Status Updates From 2666

‘We pretend there’s nothing wrong, but there is—We’re being fucking stifled. You let off steam your own way. I beat the shit out of people or let them beat the shit out of me—a fucking apocalyptic mayhem. What kind of music do you like? And what books do you read? I used to read everything—Now all I read is poetry—the one thing that isn’t contaminated—the one thing that isn’t part of the game—only poetry isn’t shit.’

“El cielo, al atardecer, parecía una flor carnívora.”