House prices will continue to decline in 2009, there may be no sign of it stopping. Bubble built enterprise will soon be popping, and many people will cut back on excessive shopping. There's nothing left to say, ignorance has gone away, it took with it my words, it gave me infinite freedom within the window of my thoughts.

Unawareness and contentment, sustained by absorption of the unhappiness inducing compounds, scattered throughout the industrialised landscape. Institutions of apparent laughter and joy are themselves laughing, as they prey upon the dutiful souls who sponsor their obscene growth. How can one institution feel comfortable, at ease, within the confines of another? The laughing stops…

Is there no danger? Lament for the baby, newborn sleeping,
Unconscious bliss, in the arms of shaky strangers stabilised with pills
Futile structure, don't look now, hide away unswept ills
Boring pub culture, the rotten putrid carpets, the shit-stained lavatories
The reminiscent trails of vomit etched into the pavement,
Wafting foul stenches in summer heat

The dour-faced drudgers supping, talking of matters that lack importance, though eager to dispense non-information that nobody will remember, that nobody cares for. Half-facts, invalidated reasons, thank time for stemming the flow; it comes in septic waves.

Hormonal teenagers laughing in synch, encased in a swarm of blissful joyous ignorance. Old hard men, worn-haggard women, repeat their last orders, as they have done already ten times this very evening, and every available evening since age sixteen.

How about a place, unowned, unruled, self-sustaining and untarnished by man's intrusions? A place that's rife with the purest excitement, lacking the soul contorting infrastructure and unnatural myriad right-angles, flooding all aspects of vision. Rigid floors, vulgar ceilings, cold walls and stained fabric seats are replaced with the ever-changing colourful magic of nature.