in the paradise of freedom prison awaits. it's just something i read.

but on the walk this morn, which was crazy with activity of the frenetic human kind and since it's rainy all the autopilots come out at once to sow confusion in their cars. i have to force them to stop, to see me, for they Will Not Stop in Autoworld.
i kept trying to maintain focus and it was hard and even harder to focus Copp, and i know, i know, it's a lot to ask of a dog, to focus in Autoworld, the air tainted and heavy with rain and bristling with distraction. to focus on sanity in madness, wow, it's huge, it's crucial. it's excruciating sometimes.

i thought,
is there an end in paradise or
is paradise beyond all ends.
here we live
in paradise let's say
but our brains aren't picking up on it,
mediated and mutated by
soporific technology.

it's like that film technique
where one brain stands still
and everything goes maniacally on
around that shy shrinking center.