Clumsily, it appears, I walked that once familiar and known street with rustic movements and archaic “culture”.  The “posts” changed places long ago and the path resonated so queer to me. It spelled for me that I’m wandering in the world of “Moonlanders” to spot my Dinosaurs. Things as simple as the daily chores of the world seemed to be “Matrixed” in a different version circling in an unknown orbit. The arena stretched itself on a weird lawn where my arrows are to find their mark in the house of automatics.

In this “artificial(ly) intelligen(t)ce” world I’m the man who is “stone(d)..Aged”