The air has mass. We breathe in a thickness made weighty by the acicular words that roil and topple, and the black rags of loathing snap, and multitudes of wretched screaming mouths wrest what light there was from the eyes of the hopeful, wrapping it in hate, in sotted shadows, dimity nylon masks that stretch …

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