THE GREAT WALL
Termilux. The light at the end of the tunnel?
Being that it's a train coming right at you, you'd
best move aside. Let the light pass you, let it by
you slide. There are five hundred reasons under
the sun not to do anything at all.
The waves revisit the beach : never ceasing, over and
over they arrive and retreat. Like the harried minions
of Mankind's own, running to scurry, only to return
again; a dribbling stain on a broad, wet stretch.