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aruanand where once two proud monuments to freedom and the American Dream stood, there's nothing but cracked foundation and painful memories.
it always amazes me when they ceremoniously demolish a building or syphen off more marshland to make way for a gas station. makes me consider my own impermanence and the ease at which it can all swallow me, a miniscule thing of soft flesh and infinite insignificance if they can tear down a mighty, immobile structure in a few moments or make disappear something that's been as and where it was since time untold. the thought of nuclear war bringing it ALL crashing down, merciless and thorough, and maybe the universe would be better off without this warring, self-absorbed and monumentally immature race of beings, but damn it, i've got plans to be great.
it always amazes me when they ceremoniously demolish a building or syphen off more marshland to make way for a gas station. makes me consider my own impermanence and the ease at which it can all swallow me, a miniscule thing of soft flesh and infinite insignificance if they can tear down a mighty, immobile structure in a few moments or make disappear something that's been as and where it was since time untold. the thought of nuclear war bringing it ALL crashing down, merciless and thorough, and maybe the universe would be better off without this warring, self-absorbed and monumentally immature race of beings, but damn it, i've got plans to be great.
