Winter
Nobody could have predicted it, and yet it was there all along. The desperation at a growing sense of doom. The sure knowledge of irretrievable loss and a forlorn emptyhandedness. Winter is here and what do we have to show for it? Already workers in certain government ministries have taken to eating one another in the elevators and hallways. People are killing others over meat, the meat is poisonous and the only solace is to be sought in other species. Primitive hardships of a Jomon severity are the norm.
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Posted to Oh, the Humanity • 2001.11.10 (Sat) • 17:56
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