Election 2024: A Post Mortem

Survivors of the election feel they're in a vice. Before the votes were tallied they were optimistic and carefree as they swam happily off Chappaquiddick. As the days passed the metal surface became more impenetrable. There was no way to escape or circumvent it. The metal was inexorable. They knew they would be crushed, just like their hopes. First there was the cold metallic claustrophobia and the terror of realizing the tiny glimmer of hope you held on to was gone. Only unspeakable pain lay ahead. How does one conceive the flesh of the body politic shredded like paper? Then there were the crushed bones, the choking after swallowing one's own blood and finally the suffocation. You dive too deep still thinking you can make it to the surface, only your muscles spasm.There is nothing left to do. Your agony will only be relieved by death.

read "An Incident of Defenestration" by Francis Levy, Vol. 1 Brooklyn