Did you know that there is a secret dimension right behind you? Right beside you?
No. You didn't.

In your city, take two steps sideways and one step back. What you find will not be what you were looking for. The Square, the market - be aware and go with it. I didn't even know that this was here.

I can hear my footsteps everywhere over the faint rush of each city bus that rattles my hat as I walk. My spirit subconsiously talks to the chirping birds because no one comes here. They've heard it's mine, or so they think. We all know this river is here, but really, who does? No one pays attention to it. It's the corner of reality; a break from technologized insanity; an empathasized charity from some unreachable source.

Tell me "I Know"
It's what I try showing you. Seconds, minutes, years. All my life. An imaginative mind, you like to frame but don't blame such a perfect flawlessness. Please don't frame me. 

Now your blaming is taking it away. I remember saying, "What are these rolling hills? What are they for? Will we take these too? Will they be industrialized? Urbanized? Until we feel...like it's not...enough?

More. More. That's what we pay for, or protest or sing to speak out!

I remember saying, "How old is this bridge? It's been here forever, so why doesn't anyone come here? It's a perfect place for any kind of picnic! Is this the only part of town that's not taken?"

It must be wanted. There is a premeditated thief in our quarters and it's each and every one of you. When I first came by here, I didn't notice, but this root, how long has it lived here? Probably longer than the pavement that echoes my steps like an empty silo. 

I had no idea.

But still, they keep going. We keep going; excavating the only beauty my grandpa saw a hundred years ago. No matter where I go, I still hear it. Horns honking, tires popping, it's all too good to be true. 

It's just what we wanted; everything we asked for. Now we've torn it down to nothing. And it's just what we wanted.