They say that the world has evolved. The earth grew monoliths and sky scrapers, the buildings became alive.. but yet the man is still alone. The ground bore scales and horns and the fire, once destructive, became the source of creation and moulding...yet the man is still alone. Enhancement has become the primary way of reflecting someone or something, plastic perfection has replaced the wrinkles of time and feelings and yet in these covers of plastic and pow(d)er, the man is still alone.
For the man will always be alone within the unnatural.