duress
we lucky few, didactic dilettantes destined for such wild heights, magnanimous mammoths peering out over slanted slabs and the ceaseless swirl of encompassing blue at all corners. feckless and unbridled, these are those reckless times, the ones we could scarcely whisper of only months ago. staring out on even angles, foppish consumers and ecstatic monopoly; everything is bound by the path of least resistance. we while away thinking up senseless wretched little things. we are child like, but still not children. they seem so hardly affected, so hardly bound to symptom. and yet, and thus, too loo, to lie, tra la la la...