Deed restricted. No entry. No outlet. Cul de sac. Dead end. Subdivision. Gated community.
Keep "them" out, preserve my privilege, feed my fears, wave my flag, save my people, Jesus saves, Moses invests, walk my dog, close my blinds, hide my warts, polish my silver, lock my doors, draw the curtains, hush my lips, shout my should, mow my lawn, pave my driveway, clip your wings, keep your distance, fly my banner, sing my smirk.
This is the vocabulary of dystopia.
This is the geography of nowhereland.
This is the landscape of Disurbia.
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