The nights were
so much darker, back in the day. The
expression has gone from being in the air to the air we breathe. Air was more
breathable, back in the day. Day was a safer August than this August. The expression’s
airiness belies its ground in anxiety. Day is nostalgia for something never
lost. Day is another time, a childhood free of care. Day is not today, as the
well-fed, well-housed, well-watered still find days to complain. Day is the
phantasmagoria of instant online. Day meets the evil thereof, where we ask for
tomorrow’s bread, fire on every horizon.
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