A career in nonsense is what it was, and it didn’t make you feel any better to be invited to the top. Now, everyone looked to you like you had a story to tell, like your story might just be legitimate. Compared to what? You pull out facts and mangle them like every single one else. It didn’t matter that you were concerned with truth at the start. By midway, before midway, when the lights were sparked and invisible faces ignorantly huddled together were all discerning you, when it was time for you to speak, you spoke nothing but plain utter nonsense, catered to please some unknown guts.
Love the Dust 