Ministry of Love

 

You lose a lot of ideas through the top of your head, so I set fire to my burner phone and spent the rest of week decoding the second-hand smoke. Talk about roadside attractions! Thanks to my mental muscle coordination, I’ve achieved an exuberant trance state. In fact, I slept 40 days and 40 nights just to catch up with myself. I’m not sure how long that is in elephant years, but now the clouds blink on an off, day and night. As always, the pressure is on to have mandatory fun, although lately there’s been a gigantic amount of small talk. The competition has been brutal. Meanwhile, in the cellar of the Ministry of Love, executions continue on the hour, every hour. Into every life a little rain must fall. Don’t worry, your session will begin shortly.

 

Appears in Stickman Review