Echo (n.) resounds from the distress of the abandonment of being by beings whereby our age of nihilism only values progress, and such progress merely produces a greater number of increasingly gigantic and shallow objects.
Echo (n.) is the scream of forgotten being from amidst the reign of technology.
Echo (n.) is that which, by exposing us to modernity’s deep distress, also launches the other beginning of philosophy.
Echo (n.) is being’s call of distress into the present.
The Echo (n.) is heard first in the distress of having no distress: an age of machination so sure of itself that it feels nothing missing, and that very numbness is where being's abandonment rings back.