Buildings. Obscuring views, making pollution, upping costs. Bah. Hum-shrug. What glasses can I-ronically wear to ignore these ignoble leasts? Flickers on unshrouded eyes beg, differ: see the needs feel the peals smells the poses let bygones be human. Each fragment connects another component of this million-piece puzzle entangled in spite of its semi-permanent separation; there's no box to clarify what was what may what becomes. Pressed together mazes labyrinth their verbs and concoct images who may, to do the frippery mind, result in drunken outrage. But sober blood bleeds toward the center of our hearth: together makes music go from vibration to body politic and decision matrix to mungy mathless field. Mushroom the silicon; defang ownership by leaving its teeth to sink into the sea that May rained onto the valley. A dawn rectitude filters nothing, fragments each lucid minute out of sixty secundis and into barometric bliss.