ILLUSIONS

Urban sentience is so binded into logics hard ropes that nobody can help but become roped into the apparant realism of all those walls, none of which harbours life, unless one deems absolute looping to be all there is;

This why nobody can let nature live for then chaos would just devour all these social montages and then just keep on growing out of itself, never bothering about a life or death path, for nature is but absolute presence into the now, the immediate;

There is no centre, no heart, no so called 'empathy' for that state requires a centre, a core, a castle of righteousness, a feodal erection now still very much covering this earth, a kind of virus intent on growth, never aware at anything except in the context of 'food' and it is never 'food for thought', just fuel for the machinery to go on clanking, until nature's rust eats it into molecules recycled;

So beware while trekking between urban walls, for they are not what one thinks them to;

Mirror of the self keeping that self 'real'.