downloading some news, media streams running, silver evening fix, the sudden stock collapse, shares crash, men in suits look nervous and watch their screens as numbers flicker across plasma glow. some one waves some paper and people turn their heads, then watch the screens. italian collapse, greek collapse, french collapse, portuguese collapse, american collapse, dominos falling, click clack, the disillusioned look of a million slaves. 

the moon will still rise, the stars shine bright, the wind still blows and sends a rustle through leaves. i drive back home along the beach road, the wind is mighty, rain begins to fall, elementals chasing their tails. wave movement plays havoc along the coast, the car a module playing some strange science fiction soundtrack electronica, i feel like closing my eyes and seeing where i end up, what year, but auto pilot takes me home, safe and sound.