Miles of plywood-window alleyways. Tissue-paper armor against the building rage of narcissism. Shimmering prologue tears on the concrete. Ragtag bands of zealots shouting into the sky. Smears of red and splotches of blue; all tattooed with the Horseshoe of Democracy. Pressurized battery acid splashed on every surface in great, heartbeat-sized bursts. Forgotten sleeping gods torn limb from limb as spectacle. Devoured in the name of moral righteousness. Rene Girard weeping in his grave.

4:08 p.m. - 2020-11-04