And so, we went from an invisible politics graphed upon our comfort to a politics you eat, drink and breathe. Propaganda as lens, we forgot our meta. The conditions had been set or had been setting. The sun cuts through space. We could hear it loud as a jet engine. History revealed itself, and rolled away from our chests like a red carpet down stairs as we forgot. Where was I but anonymous in the crowd, looking up, the planet rolls to face the dark alight with in porous grey matter. |\