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the t conductor announces the next stop. it is a discordant screech filled with snarls. people sigh, gather their bags.

no one on the street will meet your eyes. no one has met your eyes for weeks. you’re lonely.

you walk over the thin dark grate above the subway tunnels. it shakes and roars and the wind from it stinks. it is 3:30 in the morning and the trains are no longer running.

there are old churches everywhere, hunched between skyscrapers, anchoring the corners of blocks. no don’t look around. there are churches everywhere.

no one parks their car in harvard yard. no one can get in to harvard yard. the heavy iron gates are shut. the ivy is getting thicker.

you walk into dunkies and the person behind the counter greets you by name and knows your usual order. you have never been in this store before.

you are late getting back to your hotel on newbury street. it’s dark, the stores are closed. the mannequins in pinkyotto watch you hurry down the sidewalk. the glass of the window fogs in front of their muzzles. down by the hems of their dresses their claws flex.

“yep, almost as bad as ‘78.” says the old man. his eyes are frozen shut, you are wearing three shirts under two jackets. it’s august.

you’re walking along the charles at night, the staggered pyramid of the hyatt reflects off clean water. you remember how it used to be multicolored and scummed with oil and fish kills. it’s okay now. something flickers through those bright squares of light, one, two, all. the muddy water churns. it’s okay now. we cleaned it, we cleaned it, it’s fixed.

They never learn

And a close up of the two gremlins

Found out more about this ship. All of this came from Marvel comic.