greetings from the unknown territory
installment two
the world is in a blue sheen of pandemonium. collapsing upon itself in its urgency to understand this thing. it is growing, a mass unto its own. spreading like the creeping of the seasons. A plague, this unknown territory. A wild span of topography, explored by many but unmapped by the eye. it is going tribal and stalking men through the streets. The people sway and run like animals, all toungue and eyes and sweat. following the scent of their illusions, the bones of their automation the fodder for its rising. a tidal wave of dreams and rash action. no more covert gestures, inhibition, meetings, time constraints or maching socks and handbags. the sound of lean steel industry is obsolete, the jungle is growing, all humid, hot and full of life. step onto the concrete, peer through this tangle of highrises and the low hanging omen of paper paved sidewalks, for the first time really see. we are more than we are. so just let it all fall away....
more to come.
it never ends i know.
(i still just fucking love this chicken)
installment two
the world is in a blue sheen of pandemonium. collapsing upon itself in its urgency to understand this thing. it is growing, a mass unto its own. spreading like the creeping of the seasons. A plague, this unknown territory. A wild span of topography, explored by many but unmapped by the eye. it is going tribal and stalking men through the streets. The people sway and run like animals, all toungue and eyes and sweat. following the scent of their illusions, the bones of their automation the fodder for its rising. a tidal wave of dreams and rash action. no more covert gestures, inhibition, meetings, time constraints or maching socks and handbags. the sound of lean steel industry is obsolete, the jungle is growing, all humid, hot and full of life. step onto the concrete, peer through this tangle of highrises and the low hanging omen of paper paved sidewalks, for the first time really see. we are more than we are. so just let it all fall away....
more to come.
it never ends i know.
(i still just fucking love this chicken)VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
i've always been out here in toronto. i've always wanted to move out west because i long for more nature and a more laid back atmosphere. i am just really sick of all the concrete. however being a city girl, vancouver or a suburb of seems like the best option. too bad everyone around here hates vancouver.