I write to you, oh twilight ...or whoever is listening anymore. No one does anymore, though. We’re a bunch of speakerboxes walking echoes all around the room. Choruses of wants we don’t need while the rock burns along and the gas melts away. Here we are ash to ash, a moment as man to watch it all immolate. People talk about saving children using phones made by child slaves. The eco-friendlies strip-mine lithium out of the Earth to save the planet. And everyone has a war that conveniently falls in line with their beliefs. Violence is peace, they say. … … … “Jim. JIM. Get the fuck out of your head, man.” I almost forgot I was supposed to only take 5. Oh well. Fucker still thinks its just an elf bar. I tuck it in my pocket. The droning from the inside permeates the back alley. A bit of the smell, too. Its like beef stew, but greasy— in a good way. The back door that looks like a side door from the inside beckons me through, and I sneak into the hall towards the kitchen like nothing happened at all.