The whole world of work and productivity still seems to me like an unconscionable waste of time; the only parts of life that really matter are the summers, the in-between times - the idle goofing off.

Tim Kreider

Among the rubble and dust
The trees still bloom

Bring out your scrap
I've been waiting for a while
Feral, wild behind the wheel
A day that will never come
Creeping rot from within
Rising dread all about
If I gave you this life
Could I begin again?

Why aren't we in the streets?
Have we already accepted our fate?
Everything I've been told is backwards and I feel lost in the face of it

Merry Boxing Day