Science, I’m playing your game.
You have won.
(backed by)Feeling(backed by)Hunch(backed by)Concept(backed by)Hypothesis
and your rule of law.
Within the span of hours we calculated, quite precisely, the amount of humanity left to poetry.
What? It took no time at all. The easiest scientific discovery: No one cares, anymore.
“The emotional history of our time”, is what we are left with.
And no one cares for the details of your Saturday night. We’re far too concerned
with the details of our own Saturday night.
Play possum. Play not-dead not-irrelevant and be irrelevant.