When there is nowhere to go except to solitariness and waste

One can still maintain public vigil of religion gothic or necronomicon, 

defying things new, modern, blatantly consumerhalten in uniform or common-crowd;  

of things manu-factured - bought, sold for no other reason than that they are deemed 

essential to the unrichened social consideration of joining the largest group imaginable, 
oblivious that largest is also lowest. 

It was as if the Mormons rebuilt Vegas in Canada, delegating it to

Hutterites.  Searching now even for analog lightbulbs, theres no

avenue of escape other than behind the cash registers.