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TRUTH VII
listen: you kinda walk down murder mile where all them people were planed to death and you know it was a mausoleum even before the day the world changed.
big slabs of buildings suck sun from the sidewalks and cast tombstone shadows over ant-people scurriting to turn the wheel.
this heart of mammon does not beat, listen carefully on wall street: it whirrs. almost silently, almost beyond the range of hearing.
and there in the cold of the sun-sucked street you can still smell the change in the air. thick dust (they tell you from roadworks) grits your eyes and makes everyone cough. there's a skyscraper cough on the streets.
and you look people in the eye, in their sharp suits and round-face new yorker stares and you get to think this: these people, even these people who turn the wheel, are innocent.
there is not a person on the planet who is, how you say, evil. you know what i'm saying?
how come, when we are each angels, we are so good at coming together to make machines that do us harm? how come? how come we have this individual conscience but collective irresponsibility?
here's some things that don't exist: the corporation, the company, the economy, the market. you geddit yet?
here's some things that do: grandchildren on our knee, vera, chuck and dave.
so, in the end, it kinda comes to this - the hindenburg and the twin towers: oh the humanity.
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