Cicadas; Movement 1
2019-07-18@03:36:14,GMT 1 - Cicadas I listen to the cicadas. It is a wickedly sultry afternoon. The air is thick as thieves. The knaves and villains soak my shirt in sweat and vanish with every last shred of my protestant propriety. I have been merrily mugged. All compulsory work ethic has been picked clean from my... Continue Reading →
Good Morning Dr. Caligari
I must awake and come to my senses before my somnolent state becomes a nuisance. I must achieve some semblance of consciousness lest my rotten condition lead a nation into a frenzied fever of hyper-nationalist authoritarianism.