Ten days until evacuation. Discomfort becomes the unignorable weight of deficiency. Overpayment, wrapped in loaned t-shirts, packaged tightly with dissonance. Returned to the doorstep of broken narratives. Static in the skies and behind the eyes to distract from a long-burgeoning belly. Books on narcissism, half-read between commercials. No story, just ads. Media thinned out and injected optically. Programming and the new global mono(pop)culture. Eat it while you sign your divorce paperwork.
4:28 p.m. - 2021-10-14
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