If I try to write about now, will now try to kill me ;?: Hush you. There’s always more to endure. Lindsey chases a spring around his perfect universe in the apartment. Germs say similar things about us to each other.

What survives of the moment must be true to what people were really feeling. This is not boundary stele – bas relief of the smitten Hyksos. Let it be known the people wanted bread.

Stevie runs by stalking something on the floor. Their night is not our fight. They will wake to the same world.