forged from the stuff buried deep within bedrock. cannibal appetite for oil. mutant human. evolution into food chain master in Lilliput.

i'm slumped. i don't have the autonomy of my dinosaur ancestors. i'm tamed, domesticated, no need for a cage or a muzzle. i long to raise my long neck and roar.

weathered and worn i hear the pouring rain as i look up at clear blue skies. waves of optimism and gloom. beached on the city streets.  

and now for today´s performance. dig, digging, dug. a pile of rubble and a hole, it´s off to work we go.

im suspicious, superstitious of being translated out of mystery...into hard facts.

i aspire to aerodynamic lines, meteorological, astrophysical, or wait, symphonic and economic. alas im stuck on these pedestrian lines.

i dig within the lines. engineer lines, architectural lines, archaeological, geological. fluent in these languages. i scoop out dirt within the invented parameters, within the grammatical parameters together we nut out a paragraph of the city, dig out a sentence for a bit of earth....collaborator to ruin and renewal.