Palpable dread now all over the silvery
slink of each day. We have been listening
exclusively to songs that feature real drums
and handclaps in order to remind ourselves
of the rhythm of humanity.
It’s not really working, so we try
sex, which doesn’t work any better but is
more fun. I don’t know
if I can make it past my Caspers,
but I try at least a little every day. And, you know, this tarnished
land groans with every step anyway.
So I look up. There’s a bunch of buildings and shit in the way of the sky.
-Franklin K.R. Cline, from So What
