An infinity of news shouting the illusion of safety. Countless zombies lined up at school running tracks. Stuffing diabetic meat-hunks into ill-fitting running shoes. A Hail Mary to recapture enough health. Sagging mouths strain to fill deflated lungs. Every breath tasting like No Hope. Watching from the rooftop, as their debt of borrowed futures is forcibly repaid in real time. Paying down the mortgages of their health, and of their dreams, that were held in perpetual abeyance.
10:15 p.m. - 2020-03-25
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