I ran and ran and ran, all the while keeping track of the time and the dark desert road that lay ahead. I ran only to find a city where I could never be.
and lo! what's this?
These sad skyscrapers move! They bend and crouch and fold and force themselves to find new shapes not yet known to man. Facinated, I glance again at my wristwatch, calculating. There isn't enough time. There never is.
and for them I wept.