A veil of warmth under false pretences.
The air is as vapid as a spent force.
The remembrance of alternatives falls into the mouth of bland obligations.
The hours pass like a Chinese water torture.
The enormity of comformance to the system is an utter failure of the imagination to devise new routes.
The journey on the path of stagnation is oblivious to the challenges of extreme survival.
An extinction event on the horizon moves towards us with the slumbering purpose of its definite arrival.