Prospect

The whips extending leaving the hands of all bosses, business models, protocols.. your masters

Somewhere it strips away a joy 

The joy of creating, of owning

We have been on a 500 year real-estate boom

In between the restrictions and insistence on getting paid

Lies web designers who would gladly design and browsers who would gladly congregate or adapt to its utility

Somewhere between manners and hearts friendships die