Rodney Sanches
Nophone
No reassuring and familiar songs in ears as territory folds back and forth on days value tokens are gathered
No blue bubbles of words chosen by loved and regular humans, radiant before my eyes
No small stories on the subject of transportation methods and their failings
No fragile messages from companies being transformed to nothing by inattention and mild malice
Flowers of anxiety from the absence of these things and a longing to belong in the collective act of ignoring