streets – straight
streets – clean
people – moving in rectangles
people – living in cubes
calculated shapes
well-measured lines, lives
hard edges around
predictable
adventure shaped like a bottle
uncorked on Friday nights
self-control married with guilt
hard edges inside – subdued, suffocated
mystery squeezed between 0 and 1
tested, then discarded
streets – straight
streets – clean
people – dead.