Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens selling an empty dream of cars and calories and everything in between the sun and Saturn's ring, but the price tag can't be seen and it took bites out
Don't you remember the last time we were speeding down this highway? Anna slept in the back seat, dreaming in the autumn heat. We turned up the country radio.
Moscow's still red, the young man is dead Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon