Around Pancras Square where the moon rocks ☄️ are about to fall to:
space looks so pretty from here!
The clouds emit no such equality of warmth.
They are instead greyly bitter, awaiting for the night to steal their thunderous glory.
I am stood in the spot before Youtube with the moving screens.
This is a first.
I have never before had the conception of it being possible to travel without really seeing the world.
I fixate on the humans animated in the warmth of these lighted projections and it becomes increasingly clear that I am in fact in league with them as well.
What a shame,
I don’t think bipedalism suits us really.
WAST WRTNG 