Ah. Summer has finally arrived on the island . . . One Nine Five Seven here, reporting for reporting duties.
And while the beginning of summer is evident out in The Homesteads:
The city--Soybean Island City, to be exactly exact--shows evermore signs of depressing control and repression among the warm temps and sunshine:
Yes. Though the local denizens, secure in their ignorance, in their false sense of freedom and free will, are quite happy with the advent of summer, they choose to ignore what can readily be seen right in front of their myopic faces.
Whatever do I mean?
Take a look:
Sandbags. Ugly fencing. Bare bones urbanity . . . And look at that last photo: Fencing trapped within fencing. That in itself sums up the mindset of Soybean Island and The Apparatus.
What? You'd like more proof?
Here:
What do you see? Why it's fencing-like tables and chairs behind fencing-like fencing, that's what. You may eat outdoors but you must be fenced in--prisonerishlike--and be controlled. Yes. It isn't even very subtle, is it . . . This is how I live, day in and out, with only an illusory illusion of free will. Yes.
Even the local statuary has an abstract fence-like, prisonerishlike look to it:
Wow. Just, Wow!
Meanwhile, out in The Homesteads, things are much greener and much opener:
But do not be fooled. Despite the blooming of the soybean fields and corn fields and rutabaga fields, it is still all the same. Nada Nada Nada.
More Nada:
Yes yes yes, in the middle photo you can spy a communication tower belonging to The Apparatus. (Shiver shiver shiver!)
And so, the final Nadas of this post . . .
City Nada:
Country Nada:
Until next time, if there is a next time:
Goodbye from Soybean Island,
#1957
