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Waves in the past.

You-Turn

“I would rather walk, with all of that unstuffed, refreshing fresh air and all accompanying such an endeavour, you know. Unencumbered, contemplative realizations underway by way of underfoot passings. Such enlightening and invigorating scenery had by such a journey you know. Besides, the vehicle is thoroughly broken down anyways – a limbic system superhighway strictly dictates of such regular and all too familiar vehicular reverse engineering to be pick-a-part from the boneyard of thoroughly outdated models unskilfully cobbled, haphazardly patched, all too drawn from another in eventually sketchy realization once the full compartmentalized, unpicturesque backdrop rolls out assembly-line  production lock of no key to be had. What a vehicle indeed, an out of control bulldozer diffusing kinetic wrecking-ball pendulum. 1979 vehicular model, All aboard! – such seemed to be the problem? What of Farman now? Throw a veil on her likeness, things will always work themselves out for the better? It was til it wasn’t – and once again is til it isn’t. Yup, I would rather walk.”

“How could I say such a thing? Broken down vehicle – surely it has to be the road, no? The East paved over by the West – so goes the crossroad, cobbled together of fractured pieces, boneyard masterful backfill upon crippled spine, bound, cover to cover, not such Turkish delight those crippled Qajar – vehicular make 1921, model Pahlavi dynasty: Russian/Soviet Bears and British Redcoats levelling the Persian road-base for years – infiltration, indignation, leads to indigestion upon that roadway – U-turn. Heck no, no walking allowed, just a flip-flop, hop in the vehicle or become road base for eternity, trapped within the layered stockpiles of Persian bitumen, for the taking of imperial making. Dangle a marionette, feign democracy, usher in technological modernization advancement while plundering a’ Persia, over-market the vehicle and be sure to run over any who so choose to walk, in doing so, bypassing the imperial highway. Millenia of vehicular trundling upon that always dually slanted roadway, so fall in line or else. No, I say forego such a vehicle, lay a fresh path. Be thoroughly resourceful for a change.”

“That darn dilapidated and omnipresent road and those ever-changing jalopy vehicles, so go the once figurative and now literal veiled machinations – ‘’their’ form of democracy or theocracy: The-ocracy of another; ‘theirs’ – take “your” seat and enjoy ‘their’ ride on ‘their’ road, just don’t try to walk a new path, take ‘their’ side, let ‘them’ punch your ticket, ‘their’ future depends on it. Indeed the vehicle is broken, the road a negative feedback loop – what does that say of the historic drivers? Dizzy, dizzy drivers, of which the passengers are always forced to pay in one form or another. Don’ try to walk, your life is at stake – who and what does such state? Dangled marionette or U-turn puppet-master steering-wield full-force fall-in-line or pay-the-toll to fatten-the-road and raise-the-vehicle. Would one not rather walk, technologically speaking – self-driven if one so wills? Any such path to the market; is it truly bazaar, or is it bizarre? Self-driven: No longer veiled in secrecy, fledgling Constitution of Equality – new 1906 unleashing of the twenty-first century. Better to walk than be taken for a ride, no? Self-driven to want to walk and two-way talk – no secrecy in that.”