the gods appointed these watchers to patrol the looming cities, acting as the crumbling pillar that holds up structure in our society. madness. desperation. crime. i studied a police office the other day. he was driving parallel to me, he was heading the in the opposite direction though. as we met then passed i observed his tired face, sunk and haggard. the pore in his skin had been opening up, trying to tear away from his face. he was not fully shaved. plastic sunglasses wrapped tightly to his vision. this man has appointed to watch me, us, them, whoever, he is the last dim light of hope as i drive down the street. he looked back at me, peering into my forehead, observing the stress lines. he probably thought me another problem leering violently behind the wheel of a steel beast. he might have seen me another victim that he will protect. it's hard to tell.
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