Sunday, September 16


On the road home I scan the dial for hours and hours. The sickness of a fractured polity whines and crackles from every tower. A legion of monstrous follies gibber for sacrifice, veritable Elder Gods of Stupidity screaming a diseased hunger into the airwaves. Their howling acolytes already gorged on war and thievery, claws and teeth and rusty knives out all still lusting after the murder of reason itself.