sanity and insanity go hand in hand. i see a picture of two girls in gingham holding hands and swinging along happily. every single time i see the roaring traffic and i'm held in a strange familiar suspension on the bridge above i think, woe nelly, this shit is insane, this is our world, holy shit, it cannot go on indefinitely, but it keeps going and going and going and it never ever stops, (except for a couple time a year they shut that shit down), it's a race to collapse, so ordinarily called a commute. you commute a sentence, don't you. the whole bloody empire is over.