Mundoepublubre ✦

So let the mundoepublubre churn. Let its pails fill with our panic, our politeness, our purchased joys. Deep in the bone, something dry and wild is growing — not a new teat, but a claw.

We are the public udder of a world that never sleeps. Every like, every hesitation before a video, every pause in the grocery aisle — a teat pulled, a squirt of data collected in the great refrigerated tank of commerce. mundoepublubre

And it remembers how to walk away.