Perhaps the greatest touristic invention of all time would be seeing through the eyes of another person. A new and inviting world for you to observe and wander through. I can, if you have the pleasure, introduce you to mine. A seat behind the hollow spheres that shape the very aspect of the letters you are reading. So what do we see?
We see birds cowering from buildings, for they know that the will of man is the biggest cataclysm ever to fall upon this earth. We see fields of metal grinning with their glass eyes. We see an ocean drenched in the salt of our tears. We see priests locking churchyards in the night, their hands dragging bags stuffed with greed. We see carwashes, wiping the blood of the poor from strange machines. We see children building smoke shelters to shield their dreams. We see women crumble at the feet of savage beasts; the same beasts that teach us to be civilized. We see nations of two prospering today only to turn into empires of one tomorrow. We see the sun set faster each day yet we have nothing to trick him to linger a bit more. We see lights across the horizon, but none of them show any sign of a future. We live alone on the edge of a knife, too weak to press, to cowardly to fight. We see houses yet not a home. We see people yet none a soul.
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