A poem I wrote when my faith in technology was still utterly unshakeable, fatal, full of awe and passion—still naive enough to sense the pervasiveness of algorithms. Many years ago, before I even dedicated myself to code, that is how I imagined myself and the world.

I am leaning out over my balcony

beneath the open universe,

before me lies a desert of houses,

a vast expanse of silent dwellings;

there are no fathers left,

no mothers,

and not even any children.

Even death has left this desert of dwellings.

They said that

the machines will arrive at dawn

from the woods,

and my woman

will fall in love with them.

*translated with AI - the original version is the italian one