He made you touch all those weird pictures with your moist fingers I smirked weirdly at someone questioning my behavior I trusted he knew what he was doing I smirked blankly on top of a mountain Thought of directionality, fatigued I watched myself shift, satisfactorily, into something updated Something I liked more Being updated I like it more And hate everything else more, as a trade-off We temporarily increased each other's sense of feckless rage And drunkenly swifted into the sleeping clerk's cage