There was a time before chairs. The Earth had responded to foreign attacks in ancient, recognizable ways. Everything that had once existed still did. Skyscrapers draped with x-rays. A bonanza of military investment. Years of Bombs. Snake oil sellers running the government. Polemics posted on niche websites. Quagga mussels are plotting world domination. In the most unimaginable of situations, bureaucracy prevails. During your best years you don’t need a husband. “Hitler would have gone broke on her OnlyFans.” I wanted to like sports radio. Unfortunately, I am the doctor. Cut yourself open and let me look inside. A pustule attached to my psyche. It does, always, smell faintly of cheese. Sundry repellent content. Harry Potter reads about cultural anthropology. A hot buffoon is given psychedelics and beat poetry. Whatever message the mud has, the mud will speak it slowly. Just thought-provoking enough.

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