battle ax he-man

Sitting down in a dark corner I begin to ponder. I let my mind wander where it may go, much like a drunk chimpanzee searching for an evenings dinner. The physical has escaped permitting a meditative state to the likes of which has been equaled only on rare occasion. My joints become ductile and relax back into my essence as a slight wind escapes from a man's posterior. The finger is moved to regain temporal balance.

The world has changed. In the future there are no more water fountains. The public is non existent. The cyberourgeoisie have effectively turned the masses into a quite homogeneous monoculture of consumers. This dystopian vision of the future is not unique. I refuse to cite John Carpenter's 'They Live'.

The value that space was given back then seems quite out of place here. The fabric of what we refer to as a neighborhood has been destroyed by self effacing individual citizens who unintentionally manufactured the social, economic, and political institutions of this world. Can this state be attributed to advanced capitalism? Perhaps this is the case. However, when I take the time to examine my serially absent self in a shard of broken glass, I realize I am this. The forces that created such a place have created me. Created in the image of capital, I will always remain in it. I shatter the glass with my Converse sneaker. Emblematic of the day I'm having, I cut my shin on the remanence. Theoretically, survival instincts should have kicked in. There would be no older version of Marty Mcfly to accompany me in my time of need. Maybe Jesus has finally returned and this is a post messianic landscape.

My thought is interrupted by a spectacular fragmented object resembling some semblance of architecture's vast history. Unless the molecular structure of building materials has changed, the design of this structure is far from sound. The angles from which this place constructs it's identities are thrown about like garbage in the mews. The eerie turpentine smell emanating from it draws me closer. As I come near, there's a rise in my Levis. There is a small circular hole in the side of one the many fragmented walls. Upon closer inspection the hole is quite glorious in it's aesthetic qualities....

To be continued....