• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 03


One day here a crowd
formed, and all
faced the same
direction: East.

We tried
out different vantage
points; people kept changing
their minds.

And then we watched
as the power
plant fell.

Afterwards, I recall
applause, albeit scattered.

Some, of course, took
photographs; others
simply stared.

Vander and I walked

Then toxins filled
our sky with lilac,
peach and teal.