Make it about the
desperation and ego
of the modern man.
Disappear into
something thinner than thin air.
From the sides, inward.
"Contemporary"
is too nostalgic for the
days of typewriters.
Serve me my meals cold;
I could have expected this,
but didn't from you.
I'm a modern man,
as lonely and scummy as
the last modern man.
Feels like a lot of people avoid me lately. Don't expect people to return favors is all.