For when the sun sets and city sleeps, the sirens call of the screens of creation beckon me forth.

Summoning hours to escape into the debt of tomorrow, a hazy, sleepy summer slumber

and yet.. the brief moments of clarity between haze draw me out.

Dreams of clear sunsets above the city and forever evenings in the hammock abound

aye, the fire is hot but the days feel warmer still

there’s something suffocating about the long summer evenings… afternoon stretching into evening, baking the smoke tinged air in an oversized oven

undertones of the inescapable drone of pumps, motors, and compressors drag me down deeper

billionaire "job" taking the human body to places it should not be