THE MAN STANDS ON A STREET. HE LOOKS AT THE CAMERA.
Man: When do we reach the point where we understand
another human being?
When we’re broken-hearted on their behalf?
When we’re angry at
the occasionally selfish
things they did?
*
EXT. ANOTHER CITY STREET. BUSIER NOW.
VOICE OVER: Every universe
Has its riddles
And its liquid alternations;
And every world
Needs some creative violence.
But why the craziness, too?
You and I
Loved where nature and machines meet,
We thought it was neat.
But we didn’t sufficiently mistrust
Big systems.
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