10 April 2012
Empty, unwanted land. How can there be so much of it- yet people still cram themselves into cities and towns, always busy, revolving round the clock- work, work. Busy.
Cars, trains, buses,planes and trams-any means of transport in the cramped claustrophobic land. Shops ding. All night. 24 hours."We never close". "reliable and available".
"My neighbour's ever so noisy". bark,woof. Backstreets. Estates. Boom.
Status.Divisions. Individuals. Pressure. " Where you from?" Drugs. Homeless. Drink. Gangs. Included. Excluded. Part of something. False senses of pride.
We live like ants all crammed in a colony, busying ourselves and rushing on with life. Brains too small to realise how big the world really can be.
Ant Colonies • Opuss № I