it may seem strange how we used to wait for letters to arrive but what’s stranger still is how something so small can keep you alive
our heads are just houses without enough windows they say you hear human voices but they’re only
echoes
by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored
if I could have it back all the time that we wasted
I’d only waste it again
here in my place and time, and here in my own skin I can finally begin let the century pass me by, standing under a night sky
we watched the end of the century compressed on a tiny screen
a dead star collapsing and we could see that something was ending
put the cellphone down for a while
in the night there is something wild
can you hear it breathing?
pray to God I won’t live to see the death of everything that’s wild
can you understand why I want a daughter while I’m still young? I want to hold her hand and show her some beauty before all this damage is done but if it’s too much to ask, then send me a son
I feel like I’ve been living in a city with no children in it a garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside of a private prison
endless suburbs stretched out thin and dead wishing you were anywhere but here you watch the life you’re living disappear