An Elegy for Summer
This is euphoria: the art of painstakingly purging blistered and withered melanin. This is apocalypse: the wait, waiting and waiting for the tear of vapours, of sweat and oil. Summer is judgement season, death and resurrection.
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Drive-thru Interlude
inside the car
you wait for your turn
to speak with a garbled speaker
with abysmal sound quality
often you have to repeat yourself
like a broken record
you engage in a transaction
separated by a sheer window
a threshold of convenience
driven by consumption
hunger for urgency
instant gratification
you wait for your turn
to speak with a garbled speaker
with abysmal sound quality
often you have to repeat yourself
like a broken record
you engage in a transaction
separated by a sheer window
a threshold of convenience
driven by consumption
hunger for urgency
instant gratification
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