Fusion of Art and Algorithm
Your are here and I am not ready. I am still building my grand vision. A collection of techno songs, visual abstract animations, acrylic painting and some photographs. I will keep on building until the last thought arrives like an last bus of the night.
The Last Bus
I wait beneath the flickering light,
a bus stop bench in the dead of night.
No schedule here, no posted sign—
just empty streets and the slow unwind.
The air is thick with silence deep;
the shadows stretch, the lamplights weep.
Each gust of wind, a whispered breath,
as if to herald the approach of death.
Passengers come and passengers go,
their faces drawn, their footsteps slow.
Some glance my way with hollow eyes,
already ghosts in thin disguise.
And still I sit, my ticket clutched,
a fragile slip, untouched, unsmudged.
I do not know when it will be—
no timetable for eternity.
At last, I hear the rumble near,
an engine’s growl sharp and clear.
The bus pulls up, its windows black,
and Death steps down in a darkened mac.
He nods, no words, just lifts his hand,
the signal I now understand.
With quiet steps, I board inside,
the door swings shut. No place to hide.
The bus rolls on, no looking back—
a final journey down the track.
And all who wait will one day see
this stop along infinity.
