The Last Journey Machine
(good luck said the frog)
The last journey
We sit in a bus and commute from bus to bus.
Switch. Always, permanently. Where is the next bus going?
How long will he drive, will he ever stop? We want the most beautiful
Bus, although we only jump from bus to bus.
From moving to unmoved. From rest, apparently no trace. Motionless speed.
Drive. Sit. Jump. Sit. Drive
When the last bus arrives, we want the fastest.
The best machine.
We wear masks and horns to strengthen us and ours
To hide tears. The shame is in the machine.
Where does the journey go and does it end in a reality
Good luck, said the frog. And we drive. Drive. Drive...
side perpective 01
side perpective 02
It was a strange animal, said the deer about the girl.
Fronting the dead
detail orthographic view