if anything is real it can be faked and any miracle can be explained. hope is something that everyone assumes will come to them even considering no one can attract it before the time is right. as the end gets closer and i start to hear voices the lights dim and dark fills the cavern. stapled in rows on the ceiling are the pieces that once completed the whole but have been reduced to novelty decoration. neglecting the negative and moving to live near the harbor. walking the docks at twilight staring for holes to appear, whether there from days past or newly drilled, the risk of falling through is increasing while, strangely, the fear of that risk is crashing. the arms of the chair are stuffed in bags and the tables are angled – this only adds to the allure of the destination. through the invention of the most basic car i have raised the standard of living to new heights and in an instant, at no particular time in the future and for no reason, may choose to destroy it. when the next train leaves you should be on it so you can admire from a distance the incredible reality that has become an ending.