To Meg, and the End of Capitalism
Is it time to mourn yet?
5 min readApr 16, 2022
I’m waiting for the end of the story.
I guess they call it a punch line because without it, you’re stuck anticipating the impact, wincing at what might be. Everything hits harder in the future.
I dreamed last night it was a joke, or an accident, something unintentional and light. You walked back out of the woods…