Artificially intelligent.

Artificially magnificent.

Artificially incapable.

Actually insane.

The world is moving faster than the people walking on. The sun is melting everything. The alarm bells have been ringing for decades.

Make more money.

Buy bigger house.

Shamelessly adorn oneself for appearances.

Capitalism kills.

This all makes me uneasy. Queasy. Restless.

You popped up and then vanished. The van landed next to the curb. In the woods. By the river. In the old apartment. Photos in the co-op and I was on a path to stardom. Nobody cared then. Fewer care now.

Arrested for resting and arraigned for raining, the son said to the father, “Why can’t we just got home?”

Another time and another place and everything would’ve worked out perfectly.

Rain boots and Japanese cars.

I am you.