Living in construction



Last night they rolled in. You thought the chaos could not get any worse.
You were wrong. Late into the night huge machines made the earth shook. Everywhere the smell of machinery. Of transition.
And they all come at once.
It is not beyond them to compete over which can arrange the most trouble.
And i wonder.
When will it stop?

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