Pump It was an anonymous part of the present. It bore imprints of percolating gears enmeshed into a tentative wheel that turned back the tap of hours streaming, streaming, at the end of a handle – a tear-like dream, a sadness in uproar.
Slammed into submission by an exercise for the masses. However, we weren’t told. So, confusion, Fear and hopelessness became the new reality. It became disclosure an awakening… a viewpoint a dissimilar perspective. Astonished to see a herd structure, born out of vulnerability and naivety. Slave to the aperture of a narrative that is deceitful and