October 20th, 2015: This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of bot oil and semen, and when the drains finally clog, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their laughter, joy, and loneliness will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper

“No.”