As the world, the WONDER, the impossibly intricate MOSAIC that made me...

...

DIES on the altar!

Of a future so focused, so FIXATED, on forever the NEXT and the NOW, Lari...

It's burned its own Alexandrias, Lari!

BOMBED its own Bodliens!

In the LUNGE and the LURCH, the scramble and the SEETHING...

Towards a tomorrow that turns its own tapestry, Lari!

Its own cultural cradle!

To ashes!

Dust!

And blows.

And blows.

On the solar winds of...sheer.

Shrieking.

FORGETTING.