Soundtrack

Saturn’s back in orbit
So why would you say there’s 365 per rotation?
We build these shrines
We stage photographs we follow the blueprints or we draw the lines
And we chase what we want to remember
And we dispose of what to forget
Like it’s not all still there
Resisting the antidote
Metastasized regret, I will never forget
I burned your jacket, I shredded the sim card
I bombed my own brain
But they knew what we did
They told everyone
Producing nothing, destroying everything
Copying down arbitrary sentences
We thought would tell the story
With chapters and story arcs and epilogue
We weren’t fighting, it was dialogue
Forge the act, construct dynamic,
This is all made up
Reality is collusion
Forcing mortality on immortal beings