Monday, March 05, 2007

convenience.

modern day conveniences.
all too convenient?
what's the use of being one call away from your loved one if you don't pick up the phone and dial?

no, let's take the lift.
standing passively waiting for a piece of modern machinery made of cold, hard, steel to transport us from one place to another.
the lift stops.
we're stuck, trapped within this metal shell, plunged into darkness.

what moves us?

the blood, rushing through our veins.
heart, pumping.

stop, rewind.
this is all too convenient.

Posted by STINKY @ 8:10 PM