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The Terminal Horizon Highway

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The Terminal Horizon Highway  The Terminal Horizon Tourist Bus Would you catch the Terminal Horizon bus? Travel sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The Long Highway Out here, the world ends not in silence, but in fire. The asphalt bleeds into cracked red earth, stretching toward a bruised horizon where the sky refuses to cool. Behind the glass, you drive chasing ghosts through a desert that forgot rain a lifetime ago. Beneath the Scorch Every road leads deeper into the furnace. Even below the surface, the rock fissures and weeps, hot steam rising through subterranean fractures where molten veins pulse in the dark, feeding an ancient, unforgiving heat. Broken Arteries What we built couldn’t hold. Rails twist into the dunes, swallowed by iron sand and wind. Bridges split down the seam, concrete splintered into raw bone, tangled rebar, and dying wires crackling into the smoke. The machines stopped; the wasteland stayed. The Last Horizon And when the road finally runs out, the...
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Standing and Waiting

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Standing, Waiting and Self-Absorbed




Standing, Waiting and Self-Absorbed Video



Each individual is self-absorbed. Their thoughts are mannered by a machine-generated ambience. A conditioned meta landscape where reality and dreams blur. 

As travellers enter and exit, emotional contexts shift and are only broken by recognisable key frame transformations. Collective psyche cogs click automatically into linear stations. We are standing, waiting, and cognitively shifting between the enforced rituals.


Standing and Waiting










John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett is an independent artist. You can subscribe to JJFB's work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

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