a poem for today, 5 August 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
Love relationships feel like the most personal and idiosyncratic bonds, and each its own universe, but they’re more deeply attuned to peer pressure than we might think.
American-style depression, post-traumatic stress disorder, and anorexia have begun to spread around the world like contagions, and the virus is us.
Everybody has a reality show whether you're an ice road trucker or you fish with your hand or whatever the hell you do; you get a reality show.
One nation under television.
It's track to avoid.
Make a fist.
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