Last Monday, Bill asked me to dust off my old Chicago Sewer design for a t-shirt. I spent some time cleaning it up and here it is.
The next day raw sewage ran throughout the streets of the land. There’s no manhole cover ever made that will contain it.
I unsubscribed from the newspaper and canceled all upcoming public readings and sales events. I don’t know how to keep going except to burrow down as deep as I can. Just work, read, eat, and sleep. Keep my head down.
I was born in an authoritarian kleptocracy and I guess I’ll be dying in one.
It’s too horrible for any words I could ever imagine.