The streets swarmed with people cocooned in metal starting and stopping at will, someone’s will anyway, all staring ahead at the car in front or the road and the next hazard on and on till journey’s end when the staring doesn’t stop but it’s now at that box that brought us all up and like a crazed mother can’t bear to see us go so panders to our baser instincts so we’ll give it our money (that’s what it eats, garnished with time) And the staring continues till something happens but the box knows nothing ever does and even the things that do happen end up with us back asking the box to show us what happened over and over again from all different angles that make everything ok because now we know what happened which is all we wanted; to see it and to see that other people are helping so we don’t have to.
More tomorrow...
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