A while ago (10 days that is about the only exact recall of this occasion) I positioned my self In this industrial, post-apocalyptic Urban like Tiny free state Somewhere in this world And made contact with Absolutely normal and bizarre humans And actually conversed with them With quiet a few of ‘m And got lost into these interactions To the point That I had absolutely not a clue What it was I intended to point out And they replied They didn’t understand me anyway In short The best communication one can have It got dark And this planet changed But its inhabitants didn’t For a while With my tribe I migrated from one corner of this world To the other From the Mountains of the Tall To the Valley of the Small Females On these journeys Plenty of Fellow Wanderers The Statue People Which were guides in the chaos To point out where I was And the Lost Ones Desperately, eagerly sharing Intimate life stories And we st