Communicating like a railway track, bars once perfectly-spaced apart. So many ages ago, someone was building what we know now as an insufficient source. Information has bled into the cities via wires we never see, when we used to see ourselves moving inward. We used to watch ourselves watching ourselves in window-reflections from nervousness when we would have to talk to each-other. In public.
      It's always strange to have to accept that someone knows more about the mass inside than you could know. It's strange to accept that they learned what they knew through silent sources never seen or heard; just immediately consumed and spread over the seconds like smooth, warmed butter on dinner rolls.
      When it's time to eat, you're gonna know it's time to eat. Time to open your mouth, spread your lips to wrap around the substance so quickly we'd rather be ashamed of than excited for. When it's time to eat, you're going to know it's time to eat. And I hope to god you've paid attention to where you last took a shit.