late capitalism
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We Grind Bones
Frost in the windowpanes, an icy gust in the morning. It only gets colder when the sun rises.
An accounting
I was lying next to you in bed and we were working through lists of high-frequency phrases and sentences we supposedly say to each other because the Company was forcing us to filter them according to four predetermined themes that they had come up with, and the themes were 1. Sports, 2. Marriage/Baby, 3. Custard, and 4. Apocalypse/Deathbots.