29 August 2012
People walk to the beats. The music of the city. Pounding bass pumping through the concrete ground and glass surroundings. Oblivious to it, just the hum of life. Some poor sods troubled and desperate dance to the drone. Hanging to lamp posts and popping and locking. Their limbs a crazy blur to the sound of the city. One more person breaks, she is young, probably jobless. To start her legs twitch the slowly the vibrations spread and soon she is smiling and dancing, the music heals, the city helps. Adverts are everywhere. People sell parts of their clothes to companies, others who need more cash sell their bodies and wander naked, tattooes covering them promoting the latest weight loss and anti ageing fad. The money helps. The city heals.
Future- Beats And Cash • Opuss № I