we have gone beyond ornament. we have achieved plain, undecorated simplicity. — Adolf Loos

take refuge from the human infantilities of color, pigment, hue. there’s something dangerous blooming… we smell some you in you.

welcome to the new age! don’t you feel at home cloistered in the faded ribcage
we looted from ancient rome?

in concrete, but also steel and asphalt and glass, the gray trucks spread the gray sludge across gray ground, and up wire-leaved trees.

the gray, glassy bugs float, lifeless, through the gray air, or cling to gray, growling horses migrating by winds of trade.

we pull the warmth of the sun itself down, as metal mountains stretch to the sky. there’s no escaping the labyrinth, all paths lead to perfect urban islands of heat.

come. be safe. be free along our great roads bathed in light! we who know beaches to smell of coppertone and the stars to hide at night.