Saturday, April 23, 2016

A Grapy Over Tangerine Dusk

"The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, 
setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere 
over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. 
Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, 
like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. 
Clouds unspool. 
The sky drains of birds."

Tod Wodicka

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