Uneven grounds, craters as dark and deep as sin, the battered subject and his chariot make their way. The battle scars are evident. A creaky hip, the once non-noticeable limp but no longer so. He battles through a quick transformation from a youth with steely bones to one with aching joints. The once shiny yellow and black is now but a rickety and muddy 3 wheeler.
Both question - how did I become this?
Both question - who pays for this?
