Vamos a echar un vistazo hacia atrás, por el camino que hemos venido. 

Vamos a ver si podemos reconocer de dónde venimos. 

¿Cuál de estas estrellas es el Sol? 

El Sol es una estrella tan insignificante que no podemos distinguir cuál de todas es. 

La única manera de hacerlo es pedirle que brille para nosotros 

¡Parpadea Sol! 

Ahí está. Ahora podemos deambular de vuelta a casa. 

Y mientras lo hacemos 

nos damos cuenta de que estos puntos de luz en el cielo 

son cada uno una estrella igual de poderosa que el Sol. 

Volvamos a casa. A nuestro Sistema Solar familiar.

a glass falls milk spills. The ground draws a figure of a cow. 

absorbs it. accident shaped by the friction of the creation myth. filters it.

I see a black sun. a hive mind. a deer irradiation. 

something stands and forms the cloud, something falls and forms the world. 

discharge. link. 

The pluripotency of the symbol seems to be that fiction begins when the world ends (W. Ise). thus the text becomes a map:

i – D – # – # – # – + – + – J 

(inn – port – city – city – city – road – path – jungle)

Click on plastic. I touch a fossil, a portal I access. Aluminum, copper, iron, palladium, nickel, lead, silver, click. My fingers in the earth, my head in the sky. I hear the footsteps. 

The texture of a hoof on the wet grass announces the night where all this skin of hair is a static paste in the shock. In front of me the protuberances of antlers are extensions of memory that guide the movement of my head. I walk. Deer skin. Map skin. Turn. I see a waterfall. I think: 

you telling me someone made wifi out of this? 

Daniel Medina is under the wing of the haruspex. Step on mud in caves. Tour the MUD. He examines changes of archetypes in open codes that he transmutes into tablets. It creates a hyperlink, modulates the uncertain voice of a symbolic chance. With this, he waters the plants of his vast meadow from which animals will eat, making a glow grow in their entrails, they will live on a mental motherboard, in an act of constant divination. Invisible sparks. At night the sounds of crickets will confuse the voltages in the electrical wiring. The sky will be dyed a boreal color and then leave aside all color, to tell that things are matter itself. Modular Math error Modular Math Math check. Point Modular Back. saved life. fictional death death living my best saved point two fires four segmented hooves in translational movements. Saved the game. Treasure the journey. Saved the game. Cover the empty chest with a cloak.