An entire town so vapid. Surrounded by one giant squared, perfectly cut hedge that quarantines us from the everything that is so important.

Our cookie cutter houses dominating the few fields of beautiful green we have left. A rotting old shack is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen since nature’s D-day.

Through Muddy grass I trudged and It was so enjoyable in comparison to the mini malls and the ten corporate coffees.

The normality of the daily prison almost crushes me. Every morning I wake, I wonder why the abstract has been rejected by so many. At night I geek. It’s nice to be away from the noise of pointless, uninteresting conversations.

This town is a big grey boomerang. When you can get out for a bit, you do. But it all ends up coming back; deprived of individuals and the sort of things that we need to make it a bit more enjoyable.