somewhere in this cycle is me and you, what are we supposed to do?

Here's the first postable piece of the new writing, writen automatically before the most absurd critical mass bike ride yet. Whose hills? Our hills!

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Oakland traffic hot stench between buildings crumbling tower of ignorance. Will they build over the vanished parking lot another parking lot? Wind blows cut grass mulberry trees over park. Students, doctors, walk unsuspecting occasional bicycle. Soon will be all bikes, critical mass overflowing grass to streets. Dinosaur machines, fossil fueled crumbling concrete, sit frozen in anticipation of arrival. Two men stalled on a pedestal, wary of small purple flowers creeping in with wheels. Let them tremble in rocky hearts; failing that, let them crumble. Let them drive over world, bumps of road mediated by shocks, cellphone implant ears, and awe-filled isolation. Sun in trees seeps in birdsong citysong, waits trembling for explosions. Where life is no silence lingers. Illusion of calm is breaking, breaking on buildings, breaking on trash-filled roads, breaking on unsuspecting hearts walking on empty, beating empty. Ghosts, patterns of behaviour no imitation of life, paled in comparison machines move tentatively. Where is their meaning? Going somewhere else, haunting homes, leaving lives behind blown away with leaves, first falling leaves: hide in grass, pretend fall is not coming. This falling apart has no end. Fall into it, press your senses up against it, shake them back and forth till falling in next moment together. No stopping it now. Wheels turn, click click gears at rest, for now, made to keep moving. Never was stopping, keep moving, there's everything to see here. Don't stop, smell the flowers as they wilt, taste the sunlight as it sets, breathe, wind, breathe in and let it go its way. Don't hold back, don't hold breathe, let birds go flying in it, angels dancing on metal wheels, feet turn off ground, wings beating, hearts gathering. Soon they too will fly away, into city escape sunset.

All remains falling leaves and buildings.