“A place to live is all I need, while the high-rise buildings and the fancy shopping malls have nothing to do with me.”
“... As the morning comes, another cyclical day,
The ripples of footsteps begin to break
The sense of foreboding hidden within the reflection
Of the folding city, the city of dualities, of escapism of-
Frantic preservation, scrambling to protect the city ...”
"... The tunnel exists as a non-space, transitory, unnoticed in the day, a passageway that transforms in the night. The morning cleans away the remnants of its true identity.
Hovering ‘surveillance’ floats away empty as they began. Nothing pauses within it. No one stops to listen to the chaos it shelters.
Everything becomes White Noise..."
"... We tread around the finely carved boundaries of social appropriateness. We no longer respond genuinely as we are afraid of offending others. Nothing negative, Nothing radical,
... the society has been written in moderation.
When we collectively choose the standard answer, who are we?
Are we talking as ourselves or playing out our characters? ..."