How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole.
I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling of tracks I felt this complete disconnect. The tracks, the train, the overpass, the buildings behind me and asphalt under my feet, I felt like the only natural thing around. Of course I wasn’t but so suddenly it occurred to me that i am the product of past generations fight against nature.
On the rails of commerce
Oil travels like detainees
On my knees, beggin
please, please, please.
What’s it all for
We’re always on the hunt for more