Work in Progress

This is a work in progress, not really sure where it's going nut it's fun to write.

I'm not sure what it is exactly, but whenever I find myself driving thorugh the countryside that dominates the North Island, I feel so...depressed. I think it's becasue it's all the same. Paddock. Depressed looking horse. Paddock. Depressed looking cow. Paddock. One eyed goat furiously mating with a pig. Yet even these mundane sights are a repreive from the urban landscape of the city. At its outskirts lie the dreaded suburbs, each house a replica of the one before, dull lego houses populated by dull adults and their dull, spoiled offspring. The uniformity is terryifying, how people can live in these impersonal boxes is beyond me. Further in we find theskyscrapers, glistening monstrosities that pollute the skyline with harsh lines and angles, rising from the squalor of the street.
Having said this, there is a certain beauty to the filth of city life. The hobo sitting in an alley. The way rain cascades from towering monoliths. The tiny shop tucked beneath skyscrapers that dominate the landscape.