Wednesday, March 28, 2007

the Sun rains down

the Sun, thrown thoughtfully out of a passing vehicle, carpeting the lanes.

I dreamt of dying last night; not about dying, but doing the thing itself, only to wake (reincarnate?) in this parallel universe in a state of relief but confusion.

What we see here is the death of England, casual, contemptuous, careless and full of loathing. I am optimistic for humanity as a whole because we can and do solve problems, but I fear for the local branch and its mindless, barbaric self.

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