Mirrored doors and windows, the same cars and gardens.
Twenty-Four-hour stores in the center of doppelganger suburban streets.
Where do the animals play?
With views of splendid tranquility, how do we people sleep?
The lights do not end, scattered particles across natures body, lighting the way for clones.
A tour of accidental means has opened my mind and haunted my dreams.
This will last.
This will be all.