i had a dream once.

and so we travel through the hot and the cold of this once great wasteland all for the enjoyment of the ever fickle masses. we dance, we fight, we sing, we play, we bleed and we die. all for the hope that a mark will be made. an ember left behind that will spark a flame that once fed will become a fire. a fire that will consume the ignorant glutinous packs of two legged beasts of burden. all for the love of strangers, the joys of a future built of glass.