Scum

The scum tries to bridge the gap between the banks beaten back by a meandering stream.

There is a cross country race in the distance.

The tranquility interrupted by cheers and a roaring stampede of polycarbonates and pleather. Woodpeckers answer the construction just as the crinkling pitter-patter of young deer break the monotony of traffic across a bridge that traverses a gap so scum can go to work.

And they wonder why people worship patterns as algorithms take more control.

It’s Algea for Argyle

Limestone for Lyme stone

Granite for grant street

You’re not a fool for noticing, you’re not a fool to be bothered and You’re not a fool for playing along either. There isn’t much else to do on this blue marble sandbox except build castles and watch them melt as the tides change.

There is beauty in the madness you just have to catch it in the right light.