Thought this might be suitable for Ascension Day:
God it's lonely up here.
I thought I had risen above it all, surrounded by Pilkington and reinforced concrete.
The Urban Individual, in penthouse isolation.
The detached life.
Social climbing, promotion, negotiation, natural selection, top of the pile, rising star in Eastern Bank.
My own office.
A detached space for a detached life.
Free-agent, no responsibilities, do as I please, what I please, what pleases me.
What pleases me?
So involved in my self, my life, my work, I never saw where everyone went.
God, it's lonely up here.
This is my transmission, my song of assent: Save My Soul.
Originally posted at vaux.net
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