May 15, 2024
there’s something uniquely sinister about nashville on a saturday night. the sun sets and the streets empty, enough for you to hear the music drifting up from broadway. you walk towards the sound and suddenly there are hundreds of people—are they people? ?
you find yourself wearing a cowboy hat and a sash that reads “britney’s bachelorette bonanza.” you have never met britney, but now you have to follow to the next bar, and the next. the wedding will never come. the bachelorette bonanza will stretch on forever, every night claiming new sacrifices.
