Through TV-sets, with vacant stares, they idolize the monster. Taking great comfort from the hypnotic calm they find in its’ worship.
I have long-since walked away. Beneath the starlight I stride out the world, wondering at my state of mind, and all the vast before me.
Though I can no longer recall with certainty what it is that happens next, I know that I am far from home, when I remember I’m still searching; for my ‘Ramona Flowers’.