Urban enlightenment:
Like brushed steel gleaming in the sun, the city grasps for the attention of the would-be optimist.
There is a beat at the heart of it all something not quite tangible, but still sliding down the back of your minds throat.
If it where not for the detached sense of calm, it would be a normal day.
Why see the ever growing, dieing, breathing, sleeping, fucking, healing thing that is alive in this raving madness of a LIVING society.
Its emotions stick to us like the fine film of a dewy morning, we are its cell's and virus's.
To be part of the system is to be the system.
The bigger picture is not far away, viewing it all from a place you can't see.
Its right fucking here in front of you, around you and in you.
Just look ... no feel the sights in front of you, there is a connection.
You know it, as does everyone else.
Most people will never have the courage to admit it, let alone study it.
Maybe there is someone who has captured it?
There is no defining line, its all description not purpose.
The pattern is the purpose!
Sticking true to false form, a knight of chaos.
Now I must only suspend belief to experience religion.