The yellow brick motorways all lead inwards, clogged with those who seek entry. Streaming in from all parts.
It draws them in however it can. By force, the promise, through lies. More bodies must equal a community. If not then the leftovers might sustain. The noise is interaction. The lighting is warmth. Someone will care.
Promises of a life laid out in front. Get the job, get a place, get some things, get a promotion, get more things, get another job, get a bigger place…
Get everything you ever wanted.
That’s the brochure. And this is the place to achieve it.
The system is all set up for you to buy in. Like a casino tempting with a glamorous route to riches, scented, climate controlled and with no clocks.
Everyone and everything is here. Join us.
And in they march, repeating the happy mantras drummed in from an early age and through every facet of society.
From a distance the shadows are hidden but the further in you get, the bigger they grow until they envelop all.
The grey sky above offers no respite, occasionally dispensing the city’s filth back downwards.
The nefarious heart draws on its subjects. Living through their energy. It is cold and soulless. Offering a morphine drip to keep them submissive. Stay in line.
The bars are only visible when you want to get out, the treadmill only apparent when you want to get off.
No one wants you to leave. The entity is only as strong as its constituents. The barricades surround.
The city screams, if you are leaving me you’re leaving the best. Can you settle for less?
If you can’t then don’t. And if you can?
There’s no place like it.
