I found it hidden in the very core of the city The building didn't do it justice, but then again no building would The office door ajar and the letters D.I. on everything It was empty when I arrived but the thick, damp air told me That someone had been there only minutes ago The room was painted in different shades of green All matching the colour of the flow And the interior, Spartan as it was, seemed to Underline the fact that this company was all about Control, direction and blatant satisfaction I saw invoices everywhere, and a thick mahogany table Covered with yellowed pieces of paper - they were lists, and it finally occurred to me - this was an administrative center for the P&S of our modern world "Such a fetid web of pretence!" It lay in the bottom of an old ashtray, Yellow and worn as the others, but somehow different. Two dates - one I knew and one I didn't. Both were pa**ed, the second one very recently. I lifted the paper, folded it and slid it into my back pocket Then I left. Fundamental change - turn the direction of the breeze by force, crank it up to a storm Of the breeze by force, crank it up to a storm