I like to think that the radar on my desktop is broadcasting messages from the human civilization, in search of aliens. I like to think that it is, perhaps at the moment, playing the last note of Beethoven’s Symphony No.9. Its head so proud, so high in the air, its nose brushes against the stardust.
I’m in a mood for technology these days. Three times in a row I’ve picked a tech-related wallpaper. But this one has grass, which makes the entire ordeal look unreal. The photo is barely in focus, dreamlike. Perhaps the radar is abandoned, and nature has since overgrown this display of human intelligence. Don’t you smell dust in the air? The clouds are ominous.
The Judgement Day haunts me.