Creeping in the Rain

Creeping through suburbia on a dark and rainy night - this place is dead. I mean dead in more ways than dead. There is something morally outrageous about the themed street signs. I yearn for streets that grew out of need, that became, that spent some time in the womb of human creation. I yearn for streets built where people where the people walked and the vehicles struggled. Civilization should be born of a humanity. Here the streets appear in a painless corporate birth. Here the houses are orphan drones that sit soullessly awaiting occupation. Here the neighborhood creates the people. Here is the layer of yummy scum on the top of instant pudding. So much slippery-sweet drama. So much bland artificial flavoring. My mind is dark and joyful tonight. I am driving nowhere. I am moving. I am aware of my own somatic tendencies. I am aware of my own brand, but I am moving now. I am aware of free.