Something not quite a scene

We had always looked for more, but now mostly less — especially at this time in our lives where it seemed we had left behind any hope of actually having an impact on the world. Knowing that alone was enough to send one off into the depthless desires of the past as time collapses into us.

But the gulls keep circling above as clouds billow under what feels like an eternal summer sky, queues and their creators continue playing their myopic parts, unaware of their unintentional social product, and bounded rationalities in the face of commodities retain but one of these.

This blurry vision of presence — even participation — in nearly-recognizable settings in a modern and perpetual now offers a preferable alternative to any one that we could think for ourselves — to play a part in the world rather than to be in it.