I Hope That In My Thirties I

If You're Short On Time, That Would Be The Two-word Version Of Our Story: We Fell.

I Tended To Be Drawn To The Weirder, Darker Stuff. Horror And Sci-fi Anthologies.

But If You Kept Thinking About A Fight You’d Lost, Mom Said, You Were Programming Yourself To Lose Again.

What Passes For News Is Just Morbid Speculation Or Cartoonish Screaming, Followed By Diaper Commercials.

In A Way, I Think We All Want To Look To That Journalistic Voice As A Kind Of Global Omniscience, A Big Eye To Correct For Our Own Limited Purview: "here's A Realistic Accounting Of The World In Which We Live."