Tuesday, May 13, 2008

lip service.

Cars are gliding across the streets, driven by ghosts, faint outlines of the people they used to be. Wake up, make some money, make some one else happy. The hustle and bustle of the city is gone, and yet it’s presence reigns over us still. The lights go green and yet nobody moves, nobody takes any notice. Stuck in the same spot we were 50 years ago, progress is suspended. Each minute passes and as each monotonous day rolls into the next, life becomes an extended stream of consciousness. You’re never really asleep or awake. Walking in slow motion, pacing, waiting for something to happen.

I don’t want to live like that, do you?

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