Wildtrack Quotes

“Great cutting edge,
indifferent to tissue
Great stamping mass,
indifferent to the cry of crushed bones,
Grant us your hardness:
We would be as prompt to suffer
As you to inflict our suffering!

Light flashes out
from your whirling blades
Heads bow to the earth
before your harvesting:
Heads of grain, heads of men and women.
Grant us your hardness and bright surface.

Be with us in the hour of our processing.

- Hymn to Steel: for 5 million human voices”
― John Wain, Wildtrack

“This is Chronos devouring his sons. The last maker
of history swallows all previous history down.

- The Adventures of the Day-Self in the Age of the Machines”
― John Wain, Wildtrack

“The most we can ask, the least we can give, is pity.”
― John Wain, Wildtrack