Of all the inescapable preoccupied dreams of fire escapes and rooftops, how many overindulgent trances would you find? When will the sun finally envelope our frail and mindless fields of iron and glass. How long until the corrupted slabs of pavement and idol connections collide between the cracked entrances of the ever transforming sky? With only a drop of relief from the narrow top of the stairs, we’ll discover a lake of clouds and ice for our adaptation. The originality of inverse time shutters to hear of the assembly of greed and malnutrition. But we continue endlessly, with fearful ignorance of our own thoughtless guidance. Headlines of shopping and photography have stuffed the trashcans of ungraded grime. The ticker supports the human ideology of dying ambitions and aspirations. Before we come to the advanced age of industrialism and unscrupulousness, we will take our impoverished hands and set the time in the eyes of humble lurkers. And the citizens of the blank arrangements of haphazard thoughts and crimes, they will acknowledge the serene sounds of the thin glass from which we came. How did you get here, in your distressed foreboding and disoriented speeches? It’s all hopeless yearning anyways.