The revolt dwells deep at the roots It sprouts from the seed It grows into a clenched fist There is no more time for the dream While the masters spread the nightmare Supremacy is a dangerous delusion Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery
On the dim lit London empty streets In the middle of my sleepless nights I see empty red buses sound asleep A dream or a nightmare of a near future When driverless machines will carry hapless souls Accidents will become lawful killings of some wayward AI choosing Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery