at the apex of the fifth season, the city never wakes before opening its skies in purple sheets, dawn is another reason to further. down the blinds, off the lights. in the middle of summer her rotten corpse comes afloat, the ice pleads guilty, your tongue becomes a whip, studded stars expecting the rise and fall of robots. as if change was inevitable, but not for us, not for her, not for you. the guards fasten the gate with concrete bars, access is denied to all members, regardless of the color of their skin. the music is beautiful, steel and rain playing against ceramic buildings, government officials piled on the desk, their mangled bodies full of scars and light. the accidents never seemed so genuine, the sun never seemed so far, and so close, at the same time.
do not feed the animals