December 2009
1 post
our world is a world in stasis.
frozen not in stillness but in motion.
mechanized clanging in the din.
will there still be stories to tell in the absence of the machines?
or will our voices be lost in the static of countless tv screens
drowned out in the hum and buzz of radios stuck between stations?
we lay here and attempt fall asleep
to a uneasy lullaby of road noise, lights from passing...