Laying alone in this concrete jungle, I take a quick drag
The top floor of a parking lot, I'm alone here
Just me and some other alters floating around headspace
Staring up at the stars
Do you ever wonder what's beyond this speck of dust?
Is there anything beyond this speck of dust?
We don't really know, we only know what we see
This is a liminal space, a place of unreality
Parking lots have that trait
Everything and nothing, solitary yet public
You can lose yourselves and put everything back together
The owl mural you painted months ago superimposed on the wall
But it's miles away, on a pier far from here
What the hell is going on?
This isn't supposed to be here
I walk towards it and it drags us in
We dive through the owl and see a world where the concrete is softer
No cars, no people
The lights are all out
All the more alone
We're still in the parking lot
It looks lonely
Do the cars keep it company?
There's more murals
Glowing in the moonlight
More vivid
More realized
But they seem... hollow
There's a backpack in the corner
Full of spraypaint and brushes
I know it's "wrong", but they can't be left hollow
Plus, it's not like there's anyone here
And those who explore here are the same who follow this rabbithole
We grab a can and let it lead
Our hand is following blindly
No thoughts or patterns
No plan or purpose
Following the guide generated before you
They fill and grow and glow
Eventually, it all unfolds before you
No longer hollow
More playgrounds for the mind
More places to dive in
We get suddenly dragged through the owl
A car in the distance
Shit, is that a cop car?
Wipe down the cans and leave them where you found them
Hide behind the concrete guards
Wait for the pigs to pass
And dive in yet again