Spiky city life

This would be a lot more encouraging if I didn't know that the spike in the afternoon was me from another computer. The chirping of the crickets was unbearable.

The net, for all its neon and glitz and glamour, is still a lonely, alienating place. So nothing has changed since the roaring twenties in that regard. Marquees flashed above grey, rain-soaked people in business uniforms trying to catch their filing-cabinet trains back then, as they do now. Except the marquees are laptop screens and the uniforms have a little more colour. The uniforms but not the faces.

Consider: "some of humankind's (well, mankind's) greatest battleships are now nothing more than kelpy little caves. They were the lucky ones. They avoided becoming restaurants and historic sites."