In Stahlgewittern

Somehow I fell in love with armored trains. Those powerful dominators of flat lands where roads melted in mud. Majestic and vulnerable at the same time. Monuments to steel, to industry.. Their own hymn is in the incipit of Ernst Jünger's “Storm of Steel”, where the new era of Technique came to us at an unbearable proximity. The superhuman war's breath. War became an individual being itself, alive, a Golem out of steel and fire, his audible breath: Ruach.