Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.
After ages of bombast, the rhetoric of virtue has become ironic and shy.
As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.
Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
Procrastination and impatience form a system of checks and balances.
Work at first rescues us, then ravages us.