April 10, 2020
This is a sneaky time. Things slip between the lines and lodge inside the place where thinking is no longer sacred. An infection ensues. Quite apart from anything anyone might suspect, it takes a course that claims a radical turn. No one could tell anyone what that meant. That was the idea. Create something that'll take on its own life. The rest'll be a surprise. Fashion dictated this turn of events. Disturb the rhythm. Upset the status quo. They got what they wanted. In terms of keeping secure, that's a gamble. Being secure is being able to say you'll die.