Whirl Is King

"...only then was it time to disinter the archaic weapons of the tribe and sound the drums in the hills; or, more easily, to turn from the sunlit door and lie alone in the darkness, where the impotent painted deities paraded the walls in vain,, and cough his heart out among the rum bottles." - Evelyn Waugh

That far off feeling, an up close kind of ache - a widescreened reason to look the other way. So you're changing again, all your clothes, all your friends. A path that you paved over Indian graves and you wonder why your dreams are crazed. -Map of the World Monsters of Folk

How many more dramas seem to be happening. Oh - silent conversations; the multitude communes with the city. Overhead catenary wires are alive. The sky breathed springtime; time was flowing.