Degradation

The only thing we’re good at is degradation. And we’re really good at it.

Are we, though? Doesn’t it just happen?


We’re amusing no one but each other.

But are we still amusing each other?


Imagine – we’re still alive, still going. It’s obscene, isn’t it? Who’s allowing this? How have we been overlooked? Surely we should just have been … swatted.


Let’s drink at least. Let’s get something down us. It might help us not to be so meta.

We’ll just get drunkenly meta. Exhilaratedly meta.


Can we still count on it, drunken exhilaration? Do we still wake up like we used to?

The hangover of life is just too overwhelming. The hangover of … expectations. And no hair of the dog is going to help with that.