woods-mayans

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Over your grave a goose change gears
The science is weird
Mayans never counted to here
Dying sun glare through thin atmosphere
Windshield smeared, A/C blasting old air
Standstill traffic, human landfills dot the landscape, ravaged
Trousers on the ape, but he still savage

Thought:

“I used to see myself as some sort of musician type but there came a point when I thought: actually, this isn’t me at all. I’m much less glamorous. I’m one of these people with corduroy jackets with elbow patches. It was a real comedown.”

Kazuo Ishiguro