walking out of the public library, to my car, not shouting protest songs with a big sign, and with only - hn Ker - showing on my shirt, a teenage girl walks by saying 'nice shirt'. and before i can get out a complete 'thanks', she has told me that i should get over it already, and is telling me that i lost.
as if who is president only matters every four years. everything in between is pointless.
just like this.
"homes, places we've grown,
all of us are done for" -c.
sinking like stones