hardened
Something in the universe is broken. The concrete hardened some years back on an objectively pre-revolutionary landscape that as time passes comes into higher definition and clarity. But there is no traction, no lightning emanating from the gnostic clouds of our strategic escapism and the thunder we produce creates a deafening echo in its diminishing novelty.
How to make the concrete liquid again? Or do we merely wait for it to crack and crumble, holding our breath for days of dreaming new dreams upon the rubble?