in_field past the city looms in the distance, its search lights lightening bolts mocking the gods. the stubborn grasses reach towards the sky, dwarfed beneath the shadow of civilization, stunted in the darkness. fallen and forgotten, a river carries the tears of the thousands down to the inland seas and away to the ocean. let it be, let it be. a silent blue ocean of words. 080920 what's it to you? who go blather from