tales from an ordinary world

2003-03-14

The future's coming, and it's a different direction every time. Jump on the train, see the occasional fluorescent lights streaming binary messages to your forehead. Feel the wrath of my bombast. Compromise is a forgotten art - just you watch. Stand on the platform, inventing situations, feeling the guilt wash over you because nothing really bad has happened to you, has it ? Turn up the music, drown out the newspapers. And don't stop moving.