Day 3 in the Disneyland ride queue. The rations of funnel cake and lollipops have depleted. The Disney cops shot another child for not having fun and disappeared his mother to Disney jail. The tanks rolled through the Electrical Parade, and the rioters barricaded Main Street with the costume heads of Winnie the Pooh. I have seen the highways of Autopia feeding children to an animatronic future, the corpses squirming under the paving-stones by an old slaveowner’s mansion, the mountain vultures cackling at our doom. It’s a small world, said the voices of the dead, after all.
Los Angeles, 2017.