1271.

Stuttered progress and
bent lines. A train's worst nightmare.
Engines made worthless.

1270.

A diaspora
of function found in fragile
heart's ethos system.

1269.

The clocks set to keep
winding down our bodies back
to earth's memory.

1268.

Hearts open today
in hopes that the sky will soon
follow. Hello spring.

1267.

A wonder how the
idea of scales ever found
some balance. Discord.

1266.

Humans are such odd
creatures, fed a steady meal
of hurt and defense.

1265.

Drunken labor lost
here. Masks of joy hidden in
those empty bottles.