Moan. Wish he was closer. Her mind shakes on the richter scale of positive to negative thoughts. Thinking about him. Electronic lifestyle consumes them. Synths are the symphony of the world. Design reigns and inability to acknowledge trend fails them. Sun rises. Dim plastic natural light skims the surface of the urban landscape. Sun sets. Dusk skips merrily into the night. The dark. Bellows. Illuminated by the moonlight, trees trespass. And wanderers fall in love. Thinking. Tomorrow. What will be. What will, tomorrow be.