maps
what's left of the picture when the original color and shape are gone? what's left when the body sinks in the darkness? only the gull's cry ... thin sound between sanity a utter madness ... then another schrei and you see rivers full of dead bodies ... then you see piles of burning clothes .... black sky of hostility ... the only thing that shapes your mind is escape ... the only thing that shapes your fate is the impossibility of escape ....your hear the distant rattling of spears ... so far you have never felt that you are so white ... no machines to protect you .... and you ... you can't swim ... but still you will become the river.
::: as the cars go by under the sun like an enemy :::