A glance. A momentary glance. The green eyed monster. Wanting even the perception of someone else’s existence is a thing. We all do it, wrong our right. There is a whole subculture out there. Looking wantingly into the windows of an Instagram world. The planet falls apart from the core to the surface but we dress ourselves up like show ponies on the quick two march.
Then, it’s land ahoy, it burns but at least it’s land. Somewhere to keep the wardrobes of our hour old fashions.
The slackjawed patrons of today’s society don’t bother themselves with complicated issues. Destiny calls behind hingeless doors fastened to temporary walls separating the trendy from the clueless. Thank God, if they mixed were done for and think of the children, please think of the children.