The chip in my brain doesn’t change the station. It turns the volume all the way up. So I whittled my thumb to a numb. So I kissed the cherry on top of my carpal tunnel. In the age of information, there’s nothing I won’t pay to feel like I’m on the inside for once. I want not a single orange hue to escape this 24-hour vision. She said to Pokémon Go to the polls and I did like my life depended on it. If it wasn’t this then the next. If not now I’ll wait for another when…
