In a small apartment, nestled in the mangled streets of a skyscraper city, John Clark stares at the clock from his favorite chair. Apart from the clock’s dull ticking, John breathes in the silence. The time is 6:19, one minute to sunset. And in exactly 41 minutes, at 7pm, John will never have to check the time again. He always hated clocks and their unnecessary pressure for urgency.

At 6:23 John r...

The day Destruction struck,

No instructions or distractions

Could extract us from the facts.

It was too late.

Our actions, though mere fractions,

Constructed deconstruction.

We’re stuck in self destruction.

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