I can feel the cracks in my spirit starting to burst. Trynna tell myself that I am better off alone. All of my friends say I should move on; it's a great big world. She's just another girl.
At this point, I'm not even sure if I am in the middle of another flashback in 3d or if it's just another recollection of my favourite tunes by The Killers.
The song that was playing in my car the moment the killing began, the purge began. Only in place of neighbours, welding machetes, we had two old men wielding nuclear warheads and powerful rocket delivery systems. The day a rogue billionaire technocrat joined hands with the most powerful dictator to ever walk the earth. The day Elon Musk went rogue.