Look at this creature and what is it and I cannot wait another moment for this train to arrive where is it and where am I and this thing sitting next to me what a stench and SHUT UP but the announcement over the station blares as loudly as the unwashed unclean the swarm the herd the crowd unerringly dodging as it collides with itself and I hear it moving more than I can see it SHUT UP those shoes why did you wear them and there is a woman peering through the glass searching for nothing while waiting for the next flag and none of it escapes me even when I shut my eyes and walk blind it feels a riptide as an echo of a gunshot memory
I think it's over
You think it's over
I think it's over
Oh god it's over