Retrospective
When civilization was American, the orange cones were very pleased. Confetti swirled in distraction domes. Cogs of cognition thrived. Among the purveyors of leisure industry were many changed people who would reform their life concepts to include bereft imbeciles. So flowered the spirit of time: silvery, segmented, information-seeking, antennae peeping from wired boxes, intimacy of industrious circuits. In defense of their hallucinations it can be said they had reckless parents. What cannot hurt is the future.