MC - Tilting at Windmills and the base of the Uberslum

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!

Next to do is sort out the base of the Uberslum, it needs a welcoming entrance on this side. The "Light everything inside Ringwall" project continues.