Aimless, Isolated, Dispossessed

All three apply; so its been a month of nights and evasion.

High-summer/innercity : a particularly hateful time and place this year, with signs of the invisible demons manifest.
Civil life continues its march backwards in jerky, unnatural movements on puppet feet whilst Money-Masters twitch the wires, sitting atop the world's gold supply. The purpose this time around is still clouded but Israel looks confident.
New organised-religious demons scurry to build temples that will eventually be used for Inquisition.
Missionary Brown bends to the task, shutting out everything but an awareness of blackmail and That Kenyan Child.
Sub-species groan in pain and misery, unaware of the horror ahead.

My image of existence has contracted to a predator in a neon-lit wire cage. This installation by Miroslaw Balka does it better tho. Its called 193 X 197 X 30



I should get in contact with People again and fend off despair