Is it possible to crane our necks, just a little bit? Most of your books have been lying to you. Whenever you feel the temptation to throw something out, you may do so, but it doesn't hurt to give it a proper send-off.
What if the dirt changes colour? Will you still eat it? The last time you felt satisfied was roughly 43 hours ago. Two people somewhere link arms, uncomfortable in the isolated loneliness they feel when they are together. A dark silver row of clouds drift over your sky, but it's too dark to know that.
What was that? You scratch your neck, almost slapping it out of annoyance. Calm down. It's gone anyway (everything you knew). Additional instrumentation by the wonderful Jeff Woods.