We of Death and Taxes

Shades of a New Epoch, Volume 1.

Relativity. Motion. The sight of atoms. All impossible as the sun. Days on end. Mood swings of weeks. I open my eyes. Walk down the hall at work. Turn over in my sleep. Drive home. Eternity.
I smoke, hack, cough into my screen. Every day I read of tragedy, various ridiculousness. The world is a tremendous source of entertainment. It’s on every day. The news is now the news. News is the response to news. News is the response to everything. There’ll be more tomorrow.