"hey, someone else, will I see you there?"
thère at an eventful yesterday's faire
why pop soda chugging if it is not for a thirst?
thirst for hitting the spot on:
"why one clings to the idea of some beauty
some beauty that accepts us perpetually?"
something remains a fuel to this engine
who reinvents ourselves fragilely and transiently
such a new found industrial age of other me(s) ago