Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
The predictable life (so he thought).
Ticky tacky boxes awaited their demons.
And suddenly I fell to Earth.
Contractors build houses, designers build homes.
Beautiful. Like a dream. Then nothing.
Housing project a bird’s eye view.
Love in some. Hell in others.
Drones take the most benign pictures.
The world became an introvert’s nightmare.
The matrix is overloaded he said
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The predictable life (so he thought).
Ticky tacky boxes awaited their demons.
And suddenly I fell to Earth.
Contractors build houses, designers build homes.
Beautiful. Like a dream. Then nothing.
Housing project a bird’s eye view.
Love in some. Hell in others.
Drones take the most benign pictures.
The world became an introvert’s nightmare.
The matrix is overloaded he said