People will tell you to hang in there. It’s not malevolent. It’s stupid, but not outright evil. It’s just sound coming from a mouth, signaling closure. I’m autistic. I do not get this stuff. What does it mean when their eyes look up into the sky. There is a message there, but that is as far as I can get with what voices say and what they do not say. Does the fact that I can’t really look into your eyes, or how about any of your eyes and the eyes of your SecondSelvesSunglasses. Hats. Hoodies. Whatever identity it takes to just get through the day. I can’t read them, can you. Not tonight, dude. Not tonight. They’re all home. How many of them are awake. They’re all drunk by now. Anyone who goes back to the office is highly suspect. 

But not me. Very Chichen Itza. Remember those one-hundred and twenty-two junior high school students who simply disappeared. The disappeared are all over South America. Reappeared. They walk freely among us they are probably the dead and they walk through other peoples’ wars. They can finance anything. They get what they want. Your job is to give it to them. Or. You Know. The normals and the normals and the normals. Shit bricks. You become the monkey grinder.