New songs for a new world compiled by your's truly:
I can't thank you enough
👏 The theatre is filled with applause. People begin to exit. Some remain, still clapping. Everyone leaves aside from two people. They clap until their hands are blistered. Lights go out. The two people remain, still clapping. They begin to age. They begin to wither. Their hands clap to bone, to dust, to nothing.
Saturday Night
One of my favorite smells is new rain on hot summer streets. If you put a rock in your mouth, it's the taste of that smell. The smell of that taste.
