Hide and Seek

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking
feeling
Spin me 'round again and
rub
my eyes
This can't be happening
when busy streets, a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek
trains and sewing machines, all those years
they were here first
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before the
Takeover
The sweeping insensitivity
Of this
still
life
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines, blood and tears
They were here first

What you say? That you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
What you say? That it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
What you say? That it's just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say? What did you say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
"Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap.

(L: Jason, Golden Gate Park; R: Nick, Golden Gate Park, photos taken same day)

Beth, Muir Woods (taken same day as pics above)