Notes:

Context, by Soup King:

I met a traveller from an antique site,
Who said--“Two vast and pantless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half corrupted a shattered JPEG lies, whose blank,
And expressionless face, and eyes of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The troll that mocked them, and the fanboi that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Kaijin, Kreator of Waifus;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level threads stretch far away.”