Forgotten, left out of the metropolis, left to it's own devices, when now, even those with an embedded power to grow out of their selves and propagate the land, yet all quietly ensconced into the veil of forgetfulness, letting go it all, but molecule by molecule, so as not to disturb the 'livings' frenetically running around, as all their watches, clocks pre-ordain them to 'realize' a day, make it into something never to be 'seen' by runners, for them are all too busy 'staying' the course upon the pre planned highways of progress;

Skeletons harking back to an explosion of occupation, filled by thousand upon thousand of sentients, all come to colour the official drabness oozing out from the serious cultural statement, each nation straining to 'make' it's own 'different', yet all seriously indifferent to what makes sentience;

Today, last week, along came my own playfulness, fooling around inside my data world, gluing pasting without much ado, just as long as the feeling felt like being there;