No clocks in prison, as if I would know. But when people are gone, they’re not gone. Not that it’s crowded here yet it’s more like a roller coaster. Not even a merry-go-round. Which used to be a big city draw. But now, everyone is on their phones. Pressing spots that are made to look like buttons, and then exploding. Incinerating brains and Tesla trucks at Trump’s tower. On the phone, on the phone, no clock on the phone.
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