Wednesday, June 7, 2023


Sooner or 
later, everyone 
muses: perhaps, if 
no one measures it, 
time refuses 
to pass. 
But of course,
a fat lot of good 
that would do.
All that flaccid
stasis would only 
confuse us—plus,
it still wouldn't 
give us what we 
actually want:
namely, the ability 
to make it 
run backwards.
But the only way 
to do that 
is to banish 
all this chaos—
to scour 
our regret and strip 
the now of all 
past decadence.  
We must 
demolish entropy 
and extirpate 
collapse. We have 
to do the laundry; 
we have to 
wash dishes.