He closed his eyes. Time past. He
opened them. Things were the same. Better in some respects, but
still going nowhere. Projects had been planned, worked on and
completed, but very little had been accomplished. A few more trees
here, some plants and an over-abundance of flowers. It was all so
superficial.
People still focused on the glaringly
obvious and busied themselves in the same kinds of cyclical patterns.
He couldn't see how people kept seeing something new in things that
hadn't changed at all.
What was supposed to be a glorious time
ended up being a drawn out sigh and a renewed clamouring at whatever
new thing ended up being deemed 'urgent'.
The endless variety had been steam-rolled into a sea of conformity. It took a long time for them to
rethink how things should be done.
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