Mmmm life has treated her well - Ayi Kwei Armah

Purpose lends wings to the traveller.

Of unconnected consciousness is there more to say beyond the clear recognition this is destruction's keenest tool against the soul?

In the intervals, between successive layers of distemper, the walls were caressed and thoroughly smothered by brown dust blowing off the roadside together with swirling grit from the coal and gravel of the railroad yard within and behind, and the corners of the walls where people passed always dripped with the engine grease left by thousands of transient hands. Every new coating, then, was received as just another inevitable accretion in a continuing story whose beginnings were now lost and whose end no one was likely to bother about.