On the way back home, my headphones for my ipod broke. Said goodbye to blissful ignorance, and welcomed the chance to observe. Just observe. And write.
Sitting underneath the ridged tin roof, watching the cracks flow through the cement like veins; the nervous system, pumping the scum of an undying mentality through scattered fractures running along the ground. Ignorance shoots off from mouths, proud and crooked and yellowed with all that is wrong. Hypocrisy and scandal spread through pathetic carriers; all that’s honourable and good plunges into the murky depths of the puddles in the cement, and hides amongst the cans of trash vagrants’ hands endlessly rifle through.
A handful of birds flutter from their perch to dive headfirst into the sullied water, dancing and chirping in the collective backwash of modern society.
This is the west. This is home.
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