notice

the parabolic mole people

there is a kind of gray sky that's far from being gloomy

but is instead some kind of death-ray

hurts the eyes with its glare, makes you squint not out of brightness

but out of the sheerness of the light which should not have been cut that way

there's no precipitation with this kind of sky and all the colors are muted

but it's a sky that tells you to go back inside and go to bed and don't think

about anything, don't don't try to plan nor plant anything, and certainly

but certainly don't go to work cuz work is going to be extra stupid today,

driving is going to be extra stupid today which is phenomenal

but because you didn't think that it could get any any worse it, in fact,

can because people working out in this grey are going to be like you know what?

fuck it

We’re not going to finish this trench that I just dug across 39th and Main, no, we're just going to leave this as a big old trough and and and good luck, I wouldn't drive too fast, and you know what, there's no cones out either so you're not going to know about it until you bottom out your car like it's some sort of inverse Dukes of Hazzard, who do you think you are, trying to jump through the ground? Moles don't skydive, dipshit

Yeah, that's kind of sky we’re talking about, the

pressure's

weird

there's humidity, but no release

the world has been packed into some kind of sardine tin lit from the inside by florescent lights and somewhere there's a ballast buzzing like it may go out at any time but at that point will anybody notice?