The-Puppet-Master

I found myself lost, between the worlds, in the space that transients traverse- a gap between the mind the soul and elsewhere, filled with: vagrants and addicts and the shit of the world; the rubbish cast aside to become beautiful catastrophes that piles itself in the sidestreets and covers the walls; that once filled the minds of my peers. Cartons of junk food and prepackaged entertainment, delivered through the skull. heaping piles of stinking rotting subtlety layered with anachronisms archaisms and anarchy.