The future has a full diaper no one wants to change. We avoid each other’s guilty glance and live with the stench. We don’t seem to care that the key to our common home is broken in the lock and the welcome mat is missing. Everything is moving so fast we can’t keep up and this damnable heat makes us lethargic. Does that man flying by on the electric unicycle have a bird on a leash? A plastic grocery bag blows against my feet. I start picking up trash. I need the exercise.
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