I see all my friends in an optical lens faking split-second smiles. At efforts extent, loop the same lie again like they’re stuck in it’s cycle. Self-unaware but up in the air, carnivores circle. They blot out the sky, the sun hits my eye, my vision turns thermal. I’m not gonna die, in a comfortable high self destruction embraces. Thinking out loud, tracing the crowd, overfilling free spaces to uneven things out...