Even though the vast majority of those scampering around don’t seem to be enthralled, don’t even notice, distracted and busy to get on, get on home. I catch a glimpse of the history, the great stuff left behind the simple things that work so well and the crazy ugly future that seems to have already hit us.
You can’t hide from me, I can see you in all the glory bestowed on a complex difficult being, maybe a dark drunk lady with great legs and a horse tone from years of smoking and drinking the life around her. Leave her be to sleep it off, nothing worse than a hungover legend in need of rest and time to dream. I was there once and it was beautiful.
And not forgetting