katypi

and the skyscrapers, the towers, the city will crumble, will fall the wave of a thousand sighs of nostalgia, hope, tragedy, fear and some loathing (but not in, no, never in Las Vegas) crashes over the post-traumatic stress disorganization of the masses and what was false is false and what was true is true, always true the gods of fire rain down on the gods of ego who plead with the goddesses of objectification and they continue to play scrabble. a not quite eerie calm is pulled out from the roots of buildings and the basements of trees, is trailed along the i-beams and latticework that assisted in mutually assured construction

"I don't know what happened." repeat. repeat. "I don't - " "I don't - " stop. pause. rewind. "I just told you, I don't know." fast- fast- fast- forward. "I don't know." pause. play. "I didn't see anything." pause. play. "Please." stop. rewind. "I don't - " "I don't know." repeat. "Please." "Please." stop.