It's news to us.
We're caught in it backwards.
Racing down asphalt finding the faults.
The cities and counties with fire brigades, and citizens absent from Metal parades.
Where the fools are patiently standing, stuck with the documents at the controls for the night. Converse here safely, being yourselves.
Ignore the keenery.
Ignore the wealth.
We are left sitting amongst the gamma rays in forests of dwarf size for years and two days.