Hedy Lamarr
Shut down servers and go, I’ll give you my key back. Swapping coasts and oceans, I don’t think you need me now; Mechanisms showing how humans live and die are set aside. There is ash beneath the trees in a wood that’s Viennese, but I’ve offered everything up to the sea. Tectonic shifts create weak lines, submerged by miles, those metric tons of ocean won’t confine what will arise like an apocalyptical design. And if I die, I was a scientist in these times. But what if science cannot find a way to coexist or stay alive? Crawling out of the sea (story sounds familiar), breathing air and water. That is why I switched my field, empiricize the slow reveal: Quantum rifts are real, they should be sealed. There is ash beneath the trees in a wood that’s Viennese but I’ve offered everything pacifically. Tectonic shifts create weak lines, submerged by miles, those metric tons of ocean won’t confine what will arise like an apocalyptical design. And if I die, I was a scientist in these times. But what if science cannot find a way to coexist or stay alive? A way to stay alive… And if I die, I die a scientist in my prime. But what if I don’t leave behind solutions that exist or come in time? Take me back if I come and want my key back. Swapping life for theory.