Politically speaking look at this a word at a time on my knee looking forward to a picnic with my friends in the afternoon in their car but no the climate is such that I never arrived greedy stayed on the stairmaster one more time enraged the man behind me as we plow into the brite grey light it’s evening here bright as a flea as I enter the history of intellectuals who escaped that to land in this eternal sun burning what’s left of the earth never meeting anyone