i don't know if this is true but walking the trashy beach yesterday i heard the chainsaws and the sound ripped through my gut and i wanted to swallow sand and i thought i hate to admit despair but i wrote i gate to admit despair on the caption and maybe i love to admit despair maybe something else starts to grow there beside stumps and towers and toxic golfs.
what i wrote in draft was i hate to admit despair but the sound of chainsaws rips through my gut and i fear there's not a goddamn thing we can to stave off this empire of golf and towers and fracking and war. it is everywhere as it is here.