Radiant
An echo of collapse.
The Snake Charmer (1907) by Henri Rosseau
If these perfect peaches turn into dirty bombs overnight, I’ll toss them on the ground and never look back. The ultimate mic drop, except with shrapnel and isotopes flying. You can watch my body’s refuse rip through the crowd, if that’s your thing. You can spin a tragic tale of lost power, spent ammunition, post-…