After the inception of the new, high speed way,
luck beheld a continuation that increased
velocity even more. Stores, beginning through
optimistic (sails, sales) filled with industrious
wind currents, began to perish, because the dust
crept in to forget and never start again. Trade
was offered from one to another, likely to achieve
practical results, but the consequence was a loss
of heritage. All that had gone before stumbled
out the door into darkness and surcease. Absence
was abandoned as the light walked away into
the desolate remains which, in only a few days,
left the city, and commerce, stalled with people,
everywhere, standing quietly like burlap dolls.
The sound was pouring light outward from its
eyesight to remember something other than that
which had been lost, inserted and devoid; the
former ideas drifted to become a trace of the new
prestige. Communication overwhelmed the hope
though hope endured. A collection of machines
was learning to live together, and to attend night
clubs with astonished amounts of stress arguing
against the comprehension which insisted that
importance was captivating the subjects of change.
Always, they were slinking into the circuits,
coloring the programs with a steady pace that
receded to neglect functionality. Those tired of
hearing about the clocks winding down were not
escaping the clever snares set for their awkward
feet and kept among delicate fossils of brilliance.
It might have been a global fever, or perhaps
everything just ceased to operate. Some strike by
electrons offered them the predicament, and
the opportunity, returning them to a simple form
of human sentiment, so that smaller gatherings
arrived at the significance of a tale while burning
things on sticks above the campfires flickering
along the coast and seen inland at the base of
distant mountains. Simple arts included using
furniture and hot air balloons driven by stainless
steel burners. Talking too often, and to a point of
foolish interruption, demonstrated the frailty of
coordination where zeros and ones meant,
essentially, that a point had been made and lost,
although fighting confusion was denied by context.
Some of this was mistaken by preconceptions that
created impractical situations, and other things
were long walks glued to comfortable boots or
reliable shoes.