Several People Are Typing

by Calvin Kasulke

if we can’t seek the physical sublime what are we supposed to look at where’s that constant amazement that we can check in on every so often whenever we can stand it

right there for me to gaze upon until I just can’t anymore, I just can’t it’s too much it hurts or worse it doesn’t hurt but it should, somehow,

I checked with our ops team—technically there isn’t a limit on how much anarchy is loosed upon the world.