Friday, August 10, 2007
The forced march toawrds affluence leaves only trails of destruction and chaos in its wake. There will be victioms, and losers, perhaps some will stand to gain from this venture.
The sound of their relentless footsteps echo through the day and ring into the deep night. The chilling din they stir haunts the soul, and passes unnoticed through the surging tide of people. Edging forward without a cause, and reason devoid, to where for whom? No one asks.
Night draws ever further down it's track, and along with it, I am dragged. This discourse shall have to be adjourned for another day.
Gavin
pondered @ 23:57
