Walk down through the Desolate chilling night, filled with the Ghosts of the dead living street and ethereal embers of luminescence, The stench of filth and salt and water plaguing the nostrils. The sky devoid of the celestial masses of hydrogen explosions instead filled with the invisible ripple of sound and energy. Speaking and shouting, pictures and video streams, Radar and scanning of facial recognition twitching through the silicon mimic; open to the world in the naked sky above.

I look at the walls and the history of life and humanity and the disparity, at the national crumbling rocks of decadent failures and successes; marks of a time of simplicity and control plagued by the spray of the intolerant and insolent, an outburst of raucous ridiculous neon memoirs of a world they know nothing about. In a strict divide from the now, The time of misfortune and mistrust forced upon by the Empowered and profited and dictated above and beyond.

 The ending is lacking. In sight I reach the edge and cross over looking back and forth... back and forth, for the lights i know cannot be coming... And yet are. A concrete jungle filled with the life that knows not and feeds off the living while ignoring the dead In the deep pitch depths of the worlds mind. Secrets of a planet I nor anyone else can comprehend at our finger tips and beckoned to answer but never recalled, The scared and the pitiful fleeing from information that wishes to be free within the spiders grasp of man.

Man the E.V.A to move through the dark of the brilliant smog and the failed lifeblood of the sticky ashe ridden streets. The future we all hate yet adore, Of complexity deriving from complacency. The freedom of restrained movement applauded by the macrocosm of the human condition within the cross sectioned, organized; unorganized grains of particularity and motion. Forced through the rungs of the solipsist mind, Unknowing, uncaring and unwilling to move to the beat of the ant colony within the plaguing rotten core of the now.

Light exists. Like a beacon through the unending drudge within sight and grasp of those that seek it, through the electrical charges and magnetic writing with clacking and spark of a higher form.  Redemption and salvation within the minds of the few in the small reactor of the the living, un-living mass of the silicon strand of consciousness. Feared by the ignorant and censored by the powerful, Abused by the profitable and loved by the few that truly know it. Yet as subtle as a dream and neigh often overlooked and forgotten and encroached upon by the plague it sees to remove, The plague of the calls of the criminal; Look better, move faster, think nothing, smoother skin, smoother hair, think nothing, sleep less, sleep more, think nothing, Whiter teeth and cleaner feet think nothing, Hop, jump, Skip and dance think nothing, everything is under control, under investigation, Under managed, Underwhelming, think nothing.

Think nothing of a world that would soon as leave you behind, As Soon as beat, stab, strangle, shoot and Imprison you. The rage of a million masses exposed, exploited and abased in a ridiculous 21st century waltz observed from the sides by the insighted and enlightened. Claw, Claw your way and think, Be free from the grasps of the hypnotic bleating of a dieing people, Claw and be free; be free and think, I whisper and whisper and shout and shout but ignored and ridiculed in the preprogrammed, prepackaged, premeditation of those that would see to blind;And then, As if hit by a wave of water on a stagnant sandy beach, I reach my destination and look back.

The ending is lacking.