i have to go from human time to dog time in a back and forth that leaves me oscillating and i have to go through autoworld never knowing if autoworld will let me live another day and i read about the vast surpluses of oil and my heart sinks under a black viscous pool of crude and blood i cry knowing peak oil was a fancy fantasy of a forward looking wishful scientist, a dystopian romance of oil over-consumption and terror war.  when i'm able to transition from autoworld in dog time, and put my feet into the inland sea with the golden children, i think i'll survive.