this land is a wasteland.
it's a testimony to what never came to existence.
no matter how carefully you watch, you won't notice any silhouette, not a trace of any human activity.
in ten years time it might be Las Vegas or Saint Petersburg here.
or a forgotten hole at the back of beyond just as well.
it's probably no use waiting for the rain to fall, for wacky settlers or a goddamn miracle.
one should get down to work with their own hands.
it is daunting to see no-one by your side.
not knowing if it pays off at all.
it might well be that you're alone in this forever.
but then
how does it differ to what you're having now.
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