Future City.

The Coca-cola sign next to the public trans. line is a nice little touch. Who knows, maybe by then Coke will own a plethora of sub-divisions. Maybe Coke will become more known for its clothes or cars than its beverages. I’m not sure the sky will be that hectic, but again… who the hell knows? By the way, I’m not sure who exactly made this, otherwise I’d say.

(click me)

-Sonny

Awake, Getting Gone.

Waking from a slumber can feel strange. If you’re dreaming of baseball, violence, and misplaced identities, and waking to darkness in an unfamiliar place, the more the feeling. This time it was more control than anything. Or lack of. I knew I had just been dreaming, I knew I was now awake, I knew where I was; but I wouldn’t accept that, as if I had no control. I swiveled, and my feet hit the carpet (still not used to the carpet either). I made my way to the window, it seemed like absolute darkness. For whatever reason, I opened the curtains fast, and I saw civilization. LOTS of civilization. I saw busyness. Everyone, and everything, scurrying along to their/its daily plans, duties, curiosities, etc. And as odd as this seems (because I thought I was the opposite), this comforted me. But why shouldn’t it I guess? I’m a part of all them, and they’re all a part of me. It’s sunny out for the first time, but still around 50. Tomorrow we’ll hit 70, and I’m gonna eat that up. So I’m about to go for a walk, which could or could not be the end of me. Alright.

-Sonny