i see that orange construction fence collapsing more each day by the efforts of passersby who hate arbitrary controls put up to fuck with them. meanwhile the company seems to have gone on vacation.
i swam without mister. just a dip, meanwhile guiltily watching him sweetly watching me.  
oh we are good at pushing shit aside for the good of the powers that be, we are so good at bland acceptance and cringing conformity. resistance is futile they like to believe.
please don't mention the name of president death. if we just think of him as death, maybe we can live with him, after all we all got to die. maybe we can think of him as more than a global catastrophe, if after all he's a simple inevitability. 
mister understands i must swim alas without him.