Cyberpunk Posters: Transforming Your Walls into Futuristic Dystopias

Even if
we are together
in reality
we are all alone

In my dreams
I wander endlessly
in search of
[ something ]

I feel at home up here. One of the few places of peace and solitude. While the noise rages downstairs and you have to push your way through dense crowds, this is a small Zen garden, an oasis in the vast urban landscape. Life downstairs dries me out, while I can quench my thirst at this source of calmness and clarity. Just a little longer...

The city itself was gloomy, concrete gray, dirty. Colorless blocks, the epitome of dreariness. But as soon as the time came, the countless, colorful lights bathed the colorless structures in an unimaginable, dreamy sea of color. The ugly grimace painted over, the make-up of the big city. Although I knew the true face, I had to admit - the beauty took possession of me.

A pair of shining eyes in the darkness of the night, shrouded in a thick layer of fog. The light shimmies along the blanket of fog, cone-shaped, until it fades into nothingness. With its hard, angular surface, the watchtower is a foreign body in the diffuse cloak of the fog. It rises up in the empty landscape, pushing its way into the untouched nature, radiating the deliberate feeling that it doesn't go any further from here.

The squalls whistle and whip, tear at me and push me away as if I were squeezing my way through a crowd of people gone wild. My face hurts from the wet cold, the raindrops like pins and needles, maltreating my unprotected skin even more. The parka that promised protection has long since given up, my clothes soaked, a mixture of warm sweat and cold wet. I fight my way through the night and finally find – the truth.

The world was no longer aligned in its picture frame, no, it was twisted, distorted. The bright neon lights hit my retina, burning confused shapes and bizarre colors onto it like the dreams of a kaleidoscope. The reality was sometimes more, sometimes less recognizable, the veil of shapes and colors lay randomly over it, like the waves of the sea, which sometimes receded, only to wash over the sand again with unexpected intensity.

It appeared from one day to the next, was suddenly there. No one knew where it came from or had seen anything conspicuous before it appeared. A perfectly smooth, flawless surface, made from a piece of a material that no one had ever seen before. Judging by its shape, it must have been worked, it was not organic, not natural. But there were no traces of processing. There it was now, rising up in the middle of the shining city - the monolith that could not give any answers but raise a thousand questions. But that soon changed...

Like a sharp knife, the glistening beam cuts through the night-time fog that previously enveloped me as if I were wrapped in cotton candy. It now lies before me in this soulless wasteland - the "Ark". The sea had last seen it around 90 years ago. Now the water was long gone and the vast plain had become her new forced home.

Like moths are drawn to the light in the darkness, I am drawn to this place that I do not know yet. The place where I can be me, without these recurring thoughts - is this all there is? What else is there in this world? I have only seen a fraction of the places I could go. I am drawn ELSEWHERE, and yet life keeps me trapped here. Now the time has come... I take the first step.

Wandering around. Without a destination. Just wandering, always moving forward. Not standing still. Always giving the senses new stimuli to displace thoughts. Offer them no nourishment, no space. This night should not end, never. Of course, it wasn’t possible, but as long as he could, he wanted to indulge in the illusion, this fata morgana. On and on...

That moment when everything feels right. When there are no more doubts, no more „what ifs“, no more thoughts of options. When everything seems to fall into place and there is only the path you have chosen and you are eager to finish it. One of these rare moments had now come for him.

It was one of those nights. In which the almost ghostly silence was only broken by the gentle crunch of boots in the snow. When you would rather stay at home, but witness the breathtaking winter beauty when you do venture out. However, there was no time left for this pleasure...

Past, present, future... The only thing we can seem to grasp is the moment, the now. This one moment. But it only lasts for the blink of an eye until it becomes the past. What was this morning is already history by the evening. The future remains completely hidden. But isn’t this also true for the majority of our past? We forget so much and only remember fragments of yesterday...

Only the gas mask gave him the opportunity to approach this incomprehensible, vast urban landscape, which consisted of nothing but ruins. It was engulfed in a deadly smog that was ready to creep into any lung at any time, fill it in seconds and completely eat away at its tissue. Like a savior, the glowing orange morning sun broke through the thick fog. As long as it still went about its daily routine and shone in the sky, there was still hope.

You can rely on the haze in this city. Without it, my eyes would only have endured the morning sunlight with stabbing pain. They were still used to the darkness of the previous night and my apartment. But now my body was given the signal to put the past to rest and start the future with fresh energy. No one asked if I wanted that.

It’s pounding in my head. That’s the first feeling. The first feeling that flows through my body after this miserable night. I don’t know how many times it woke me up from my confused dreams, but I didn’t get much sleep. No wonder after the lack of food and overflow of thoughts of the last few days. Or has it been weeks? I drag myself to the window with the last of my strength and open the curtains.

Every day I ask myself when I can finally leave this godforsaken city behind me. It seems to me that it can give birth to nothing but death and destruction. A limbo on earth. And then I walk through the empty streets at night and the beauty of the night-time haze takes my breath away every time. How can something be so ugly and so beautiful at the same time?