they drop bombs on a school of sleeping children who have lost their homes and parents. I follow along with the headlines (when I want to) between emails. from my desk I listen to the rain fall to soak my washing on the line. watch a little war on my phone to remember nothing matters in a world that won’t wake up. they target four cities at once and I can tune in from the comfort of my phone. I stream the end of days alone and hope you’ll try to reach me soon.
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