You know what’s so god damn disparaging? Regardless of what happens you know it’s not going to matter. It could all come down on him tomorrow and it wouldn’t make a stitch of a difference. He has no theory of consequence; his mind is exceedingly absolved. Constantly refreshing every injustice and spectacle of distaste. Shuffling the moment until it’s cast in the forgivable soft lights. There is not a world that you could imagine, that would invent a punishment as proportionate and as necessary as infinitely possible. And if you were to ask if it was worth it? Do you feel sorry? He’d sneer at you and exhaust from his nose — he’d tell you “of course. It was all I ever wanted.” Then you don’t bathe in the pleasure of misfortune. Justice doesn’t come warm. It comes cold, sloppy, $9.75 an hour with poor benefits, and a constant struggle that became normalized as they extended our childhood and distracted us to sell our future away. And they don’t care. Racist. Fascist. Capitalist. Narcissist. Remorse never existed.