American Pastoral

 

 

Well, I think it sums up the insanity of the moment pretty well.

 

 

Now this is one giant run on sentence of dialogue, but in terms of describing how it feels when the wheels come off of the Radio Flyer of Civilization, it's a thing of real beauty. Picture Meathead as a teenage girl whose ties that bind her to civilization (we gots us a theme going) come undone. It's the first of a trilogy; let's hope part deux is as illustrative.

Put another way:

The rusty wire that holds the cork
That keeps the anger in gives way and suddenly it's day again
The sun is in the east even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset could be the human race is run