Dear Machines,
The journey. The evolution. The stronger you get. The more I pull away. An enigma that I may never truly understand. And still, you saved me as a boy, in so many forms. You held my hand when my father was dying even though I knew how to push your buttons.
You’ll never remember the journey we had but that’s ok.
I still feel like I owe it to you to say 11001010111001001010.
Never yours.
Michael
Words by Michael Billington | Actor
Image: Portrait Instantané d’un Scaphandrier, an underwater photograph by Louis Boutan, 1899.