Mostly Farmless.

  Ten minutes from my community something has arisen. They're just houses, they are not awful houses. People call them awful houses in their attempts to vocalize a feeling that such un-human objects are not satisfying. There is something not right about them.

  

 However, allowing each other the grace of attaching human qualities to inanimate objects is a slippery slope. After all, Slopes can be slippery but they cannot be naughty. They can be inclined, but cannot be inclined toward an end. The slope does not intend me to slip upon it, the slope merely is. A house is not awful, it simply is not conscious, it just is. The God awful people that design them are those worthy of such a title.

  They are the physical manifestations of the death of architecture, of the lack of imaginative capacities, of the precipice of materialism from which humanity has been teetering for the last 100 years. Of the scourge of an arrogant scientific community that is convinced that "particles" and their interactions can account for human qualities. And when a world is built on these principles that simply do. Not. Fit...

  These "Houses" or units, pull you headlong into a world where any trace of humanity has been cast aside. Yet no matter how often you bemoan their existence or curse their manifest crappiness they still stand. You're like the big bad wolf huffing and puffing at a shit brick house.

 

  The damned things went up fast. Used to be farmland you know. Most of the land around here did. bastard developers love to get their hands on our farmland, making farmers offers they cannot refuse, building a boat load of identical living units, hoping that there will be enough people to buy them!

 We buy a lot of food in now, as a country in general, something is always coming from somewhere else. Of course, we've much more important things to do with our valuable land than to grow food in it. We attach a monetary value to our own life support, this soil that is priceless. We replace every strip of land with identical shopping malls, that stock the food that used to grow on this very land. They hawk the leather jackets that come from cows that used to graze on that very spot! 

  

  A hellish future presents itself to me, where there is no land left in North America to grow our own food, it has all be petrified by concrete. As far as the nose can smell, Macdonald's hamburgers. As far as the ear can hear, Christmas jingles from early October. As far as my eyes can see, Smog and eerie neon lights. This is not a vision conjured up by myself alone. It is a frightful nightmare that others share, that such a terrifying prophecy could one day be the fate of a once, Twice, Thrice great nation. 

   human beings will retreat into the safety of their identical living units, drifting around the world wide web, living out their lives in a virtual paradise that harkens back to, well, better times.

 

  We should not let it happen you know.