ROOF OVER MY HOUSE

The big 'difference' between then (40y ago) and now, well one needs only to go 'home', to go 'there' where fields have been sowed with a strange kind of seed, one which grows so fast and freezes suddenly into a kind of weird ice cube, for the field has become a rip of black ribbons, strips gripping a thousand ice cubes, the whole neatly spread over the whole now dissolved farmland of 'old';

Not to worry, for each ice cube has been assigned a code identifier, and each one now a recipient for a citizen homed automatically to the 'right' cube;

Sameness, security, repetition, permanence forever, with each word now embedded with an adapted meaning, aimed straight at the adapted citizen, total bliss, questions all destroyed, blasted out from the daily path, all a routine, a wheel turning within wheels;