this is the last time we will ever hear from them

something that we had and lost, if we ever had it at all

we know the game, and we're gonna play it

we've known each other for so long your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it ( say it ) inside, we both know what's been going on ( going on ) we know the game and we're gonna play it

hear the clock stop when you reach the end of time, surreal

the last time we ever met by satoshi kon, highly detailed, bright tones

we are six people

do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end

How long, how long will we try to make it together

As the sun steps down And escapes the day We'll calmly walk away Walk away from the fray When the structure falls And all else fails We will build it once again When the colors fade And it turns to gray We'll calmly walk away Walk away from the fray When structure falls And all else fails We will build it once again We can climb high Higher than before We can stand by While it burns to the floor Though we cannot fly We will build and the wounds will mend As we build it once again

we know the game, and we're gonna play it, digital art

everything there is, ever has been & ever will be, visualised in symbolism.

there is no frame of reference for contemplating infinity. we can only ever contemplate a fragment at a time

we are the cancer and we won

inside, we both know what's been going on

when we are falling sleep, where do we go?

we are against it with you

the very last selfie ever taken on earth before the world ends, eerie

the last selfie ever taken at the end of the word, last on earth

and furnished by the late afternoon light, mist curdling like a blurry feast, the haze descends upon this idyllic village, and it is time to rest. the most pleasing, soothing sound can be heard from secret corners of this cozy place. we are safe inside these walls. we are at peace.

an image that is so loud you can actually hear it

if you have a minute why don't we go, talking about something only we know,

one day you will perish. you will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced. your bones will turn to sand. and upon that sand, a new god will walk. one that will never die. because this world doesn't belong to you, or the people before. it belongs to someone who's yet to come.

The last day on Earth

the cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. our feeblest contemplations of the cosmos stir us - - there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. we know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. by goya and rambrandt and michelangelo