The Romans defeated us but we were reborn: in cathedrals and Romantic poetry, in Bauhaus and Lestat, in teenagers heavy with black lipstick and eyeliner. If you made potions in the sandpit, grated acorns against concrete, pried itchybombs for their fluff, you may be one of us.
While those with money are given the time to deal with the pain of loss—a trauma that has been observed and recorded since as long as people could record—the poor are expected to mourn with their teeth bared, fending off vultures with hearts haemorrhaging.
when I got to LA it was literally on fire and everything felt really purposeful. I’m not entirely sure what happened, I got into the habit of drinking a lot but I wasn’t sure I was having fun. I couldn’t stop staring at myself and going on dates…
Is it terrestrial? It slopes across the screen, sensory and sniffing needles darting around the LED display. In its wake, a dancing thick goo obstructing.