Nunez lent his ears to the commotion coming from underneath the parochial shells. The vale, separated and long forgotten by the world at large, was tainted by arbitrary passe. Visual impairment sprung to pervasive inane ramblings. There were traces of nefarious activities behind the rampancy. Fifteen generations went without eyes. Usually the rambling was latched on each and every damn commodity already visible. The sanctity of life was solely contingent on prattling — to spark a distinct feeling and there was little leeway to really find something worthwhile to do that adds to the experience called life. It tickled his fancy for sure, all the same, nothing really enjoyable or meaningful to him. Further, it grimly called their reliability into question but there was more to come…
After throwing the last glance he made his way up the hills.
