"The city without windows" "One day, all the windows in the city disappeared." "Then the rain started." "No matter what we tried to do, no matter how we tried to protect ourselves, the water would get through." "Our ceilings passively welcomed the constant drops, our wood slowly rotted in submission to the downfall." "No amount of technology, or human effort could resist to what was just meant to be..." "We were the city without windows..." "Nothing we could do about it." "The water infected everything..." "Wood turned porous, allowing the liquid to seep into our houses," "metal corroded until it became like a dripping sponge." "Disease spread, our bodies forced to encounter incurable pestilence that slowly paralyzed our vocal chords." "Paper dissolved to pulp under the merciless torrent, anything electric having shorted out and stopped so long ago..." "Communication became a new challange to our race." "Everything we knew had to be re-invented." "Flesh became our only trustworthy mode of communication." "Ironically, our bodies suddenly became useful again." "Our skin could hold messages, secrets carved into permanent scars that would never be washed away, infecting themselves into all too vulnerable tissue that couldn't lie after it was cut into." "Strangely, we had become honest again." "We couldn't re-trace our steps and re-form our words." "Every word had to be well thought out, for the healing time of a mistake would be far too lengthy to get away with." "Dishonesty had become a long desired luxury." "Communication transformed into religion, dictated by whose flesh would read easier in the eternal night." "Racial politics turned to practicality, submission was a fine acceptance on the part of the more permeable flesh." "Social structure had to be dictated by the moon and the clouds." "Sacrifice at last, became a sacred ceremony." "To be the purveyor of language, for them, was to be good." "A submissive to communication was enough of a reason to live." "Life was surgical truth." "You should suffer for truth." "I LOVED YOU" "As for me, I'm the last one who the disease hasn't yet silenced." "I know it won't last." "Everyone knows it." "Even now as I speak these words, I can sense its spread throughout my blood." "Each phrase gets harder and harder to let out." "Soon like all the rest, I will have to surrender myself to brief notes that weep red." "We are nearing the end, when everything will be drowned by endless rain..." "Soon it won't even matter who scarred their messages onto each other." "These futile attempts at intimacy will just dissolve away into the night." "We were the city without windows." "And this might be the last vocal recording ...from our world." "Subtitles by joc © 2010"