<<<< Moan >>>>

"my landscape is my mind
and with great machines i tear up the earth
displacing and distorting everything that i once believed.

once everything grows old, i speak to my people
and they obey
endlessly


as my machines obey

endlessly



i open the gates.

yet the ships in the harbor still lie frozen

the fog that envelopes the endless maze of roads, still remains



all that changes, is everything.
and its enough for now.

i'm sorry that where i come from is the city on the hill/

i cannot help who i am.

but perhaps, with enough time

and with enough dirt

i can sculpt a way out

to you once again"



- A brave woman. age 27. and she has what it takes.

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