Trapped on a labyrinth of vertical and yet seemly horizontal plains. Steady steams of the strides of social affluent, interactions, full frontal assaults of perhaps lobotomised people who may or may not be able to appreciate each other. Ostensibly their capacity for differences are gleamed over as they pass each other by, ridged and tessellated, hesitations poised to an outstanding strands of a rhythmical no end. Exclamations points! An allotment for time has a capacity and capillarity, peculiarity, it is not consistent, and perusal for a foreboding dawn, for it does sway and does not understand me.