Soft deterioration. Faded colors soiled. See the chipped paint and peeling veneer. Sniff at the tainted breeze. Planets can become overgrown - overripe & laden with beings unable to discover anything to live for - yet driven to design so much to die for - expecting everyone else to die along with them. Togetherness. Behold, the lowest denominators installed in most exalted of places - dragging everyone down to the bottom, and slouching further still - to seal with an air kiss goodnite.

Sitting on the bus sweltering & watching insistent traffic & cars that angerly compete in some imagined race, horns blasting, reminding me of how much I live to ride my bike to work.