Welcome to the vault of untraced.
Unfortunately, we won’t be able to stay here
much longer inside this onion.
So, I left you this message to entangle the universe of unmapped land:
The internet is not just a network of computers.
It’s a network of people.
We hold a great power in its future.
However, you could not imagine it wasn't real.
Somewhere,
sometimes
our story starts so
very,
very deep unconsciously conscious.
Unaware of the time
for mankind to unlearn.
We are living in a post-privacy world,
where our online lives
are tightly connected
to our offline lives,
with the result that our information
is up for sale.
However, there is a space that exists somewhere
in the internet,
it is formed by a small part
of the deep
cyberspace,
unmapped
by web search engines.
The territory that is
fragmented by myths.
In the surface web,
we are living double:
virtual & reality.
How if in the virtual life
we could explore anonymity itself?
The notion of the darknet
effectively eclipses
all the worlds of reversal
and the ghost of the visceral presence
of the treacherous permeates.
What does this darknet come from?
Out of what eerie network does
its invisible, lethargic connections unreachable,
pinning us down to the surface, to our screens,
compelling me to undeniable silence,
to normalise?
