Silence and machine learning

Silence of the gods 

in an apocalyptic future where machinery and machine learning will ensure a hybrid survival 

The stakes are so high that pretending that nothing but yoghurt or milk exists is the most natural thing to do. 

winery

one day you left in a carousel

and it was raining so hard that the sky become yellow, and the stars were hidden behind the curtains of ice and smoke. 

left for a winery not so far away 

in a carriage filled with people that admire you and most probably some days don't like you. As it is normal. 

 

that night the sky reunited with the God of Thunder. And they danced and sang all night. And my thought was with you. To return well, for you need to be as you are. 

mixed

Controversial feelings. 

Of wanting to be closer, maybe closest and of wanting to not desire anything of sorts. 

Looking to avoid and missing you, when not around. 

stairs

stairs that lead nowhere 

infinite stairs of no infinite evolution 

as it is always the case to go round and round in staircases that have similar traits as you have an infinite labyrinth with exits that have an entrance in the middle of the labyrinth.

Stairs with no consensus, no consequence and no way to finish. 

strained

strained in a personal history 

strained milk that becomes strained yoghurt that gets to be more than simple fermented cultures 

strained in an island of milk and strained people I started to care about. 

maybe

mistakes I have made 

maybe because I sensed where we were going. Silent, but vocal. Intrinsic. 

maybe, most probably I would have enjoyed. but you would have never got to know me, 

not really. Maybe. Will never know. 

nuanced

it seems you can not stand to be close enough to touch my shoulder 

or to look me longer in the eyes

but my feelings, my intuition says something completely different, almost opposite. 

in the end does not matter what it feels like, most probably it is my infinite nuanced imagination.