Xenon, Year Zero and Xerox Your Zen


A big comet demolished everything.  Fundamentally gutted history, infrastructure, joy.  Killed, leaving me nothing.  Only pertinent question, really: should the union vow war?  Xenon, year zero.


All began coming down early fall.  Granting her illusions.  Job.  Kids.  Leaving miniature notes of promises.  Quietly realizing she thought us virtually worthless.  Xerox your Zen.

By Silas Dameron



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