A tale of the modern, the effect that it can make, on traditions and behaviours, that over years have formed a brake, as barriers are broken, with walls cascading down, lines are crossed, words go unspoken, the Armageddon clock counts down.

We all need to chalk, express our magic on a wall, the things that we regret, the things that make us trip and fall, a little piece of chalk, helps to clear the confused air, brings us back realties, removes anxiety and despair.

Watching me, watching you, watching who? In these times of surveillance, not a lot you can do, just acknowledge they're watching, continually notching, recording the things and the times that you do.