the path becomes her. soft walls crumble and smother. it's loud. like thunder. and soft like rain. the arithemetic of how. the division of want. glorious slaves assembling their feeble rebellions.

such is the nature of progress.

all red lights and sirens. in a chaos of silence.

the angry dog at the window. the blind man on the sidewalk. they are the same. thread in a needle. chasing a missing knot.

each moment is a dagger. every voice is a noose. touch is murder.

but the real crime is forgetting.