a look exchanged by two parties at opposite ends,
a familiar interaction between two strangers
that was how i met you, and i like it better that way.

maybe it was just one of those...

we all suffer from an overwhelming lack of contact,
there's no conversation beyond the mundane,
even those who pride on politiking
so massaged by the disguised.....ok no this is not where i was going with this

my dinner is ready so I shall keep this brief

there is no community
no development
no individuality
no opinions
the illusion of me - where does it begin,
or rather where does it end?
in a world so bent on being different there's a great sense of siding
but no real fervent sense of being,
how can one escape the vacuum?
in a world so bent on destruction how can you connect?
fear fed and stuffed to the point of obesity...fuck, i hate distractions

the point is a wave,
that's where i'm heading,
a wave, through glass held by 4 tonnes of steel speeding beneath the city
and what did it mean?
not a damn thing,
just human
it was the most human thing i've done recently
reading the propaganda,
the election coverage that equates to the same end, always (hell that IS the campaign platform in many regards)
though it passes the time,
all these labels,
all this resentment
all this vengeful
all this
all this

it's sad the isolation that comes from convergence of ideas
all that grey,
our culture is a cement block.

now can we all at least etch something,
a wave
that's my etching for the day
and the person on the other end,
they etched back,
even just a little,
it was enough.