Avenues like abscesses unfold to the horizon. An eternity of the mundane and the repetitious. The scars of capitalism leave us with knotted, hardened flesh. Festering cavities exude apathy where our dreams once lavishly reveled.
The swarm descended. Ectoparasites. With the penetrating thrust of proboscis, they plunged their mouths deep into our tender souls. Feeding deeply, they drain us of our feelings and leave us, to wallow, in purgatory.
