Tim Barrus: New York Times

     I am totally impotent.

I am a communist. I am with Antifa. I ride a dirt bike. You are what you drive.

The sky was grey with industrial poisons. Slavery had returned.

There were kind masters and there were evil masters, and that is a mainstream lie filled with ugly teeth. There is no such thing as a kind master. He’s still a master who is a slave to some other master. The Beautiful Authority enforced the slavery laws with breathtaking violence. There was usually about one execution a day. Sometimes two or three. Attendance was mandatory.

People disappeared.

No one home. You did not look in the window. You avoided it. You did not want to see bodies on the floor. What made the sky so toxic were all the crematoriums. No one was having children. One meal every three days. No one was hungry because no one dared to say it. For a thing to be real, everyone had to agree that it was real, and it helped if it had been real a long time. Reality was what the Beautiful Authority said it was.