12 May 2016


No reassuring and familiar songs in ears as territory folds back and forth on days value tokens are gathered

No blue bubbles of words chosen by loved and regular humans, radiant before my eyes

No small stories on the subject of transportation methods and their failings

No fragile messages from companies being transformed to nothing by inattention and mild malice

Flowers of anxiety from the absence of these things and a longing to belong in the collective act of ignoring

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