Those weary eyes. Torn, buffled, blurry, unrecognisable. We seeked modernity, we found construction deals. Now we're forced to find a new town or stay and get oblivious in the city. "You know all this nonsense about going to live in the village, deny your urban past. C'mon man it's crappy out there too. We were always city people, they don't listen to Mingus in the wilderness...you'd go nuts if you did!" says Billy who once you used to live in the suburbs, now a city centre slave stuck in a 2room apartment. "I can fit in less space you know...and i'm happy to wake up every day from car 'horns', way better than those freakin' roosters"."I know we can all fit in less space, mate, question is how more you can shrink yourself to fit in. How small can you become by your own will!"
