Johhny Electriglide wrote:
I remember quite vividly when I was seven years old and having a fear of industry at night.
The coldness, lack of compassion and people becoming shadows to this dark giant machine that was so much in control in its blind progress. Suppressing the workers creativity and making them a dead clog in its monstrous mechanism.
Anyway on this particular Sunday night, it was dark, when we came across this dead seagull. I juxtaposed this death with the creative death of the worker.
A few years later me and some mates were fishing next to a wood yard, when one caught a live crab and threw /he/she onto this fire we built. The intensity of this reality has stayed with me to the present.
Sorry for the obscurity.
Those who keep their childhood qualities keep a certain integrity in adulthood.