As I'm reading this I'm walking towards the edges of suburban Leon,
where brand new houses await customers
then I remember that Land in Second Life is called Parcels, and that my land will soon expire if I do not update my credit info.
Maybe I will loose my home? The truth is I never wanted a suburban home like all the rest prefabricated nightmares around
As I walk around, roads seem to expire too, I know Spain has various economic troubles,
maybe the road that abruptly ends into green fields is the result of an expired credit situation
strangely I notice that the traffic arrows point not only towards nowhere, but also from nowhere.
Apparently , coming from nowhere you can make a right turn too
Signs advertise more land for sale, though I don't see any buyers. Pedestrian crosswalks for nobody to cross
houses floating in the middle of nothing, all part of a severe financial miscalculation
maybe everybody thought that they would just get away with it.
and now they just pretend it was all meant to happen like this
sad tree reminds me of Manetas painting
I remember loosing my identity in Second Life, and walking around this unfinished suburbia in Leon, Spain, I feel equally lost, at night.
The sun comes up again behind the Parcelas signs
even though I just got up, technically it is still nighttime.