To outsource the emotion; tear ripping pressure of lost love, engineered from the eater of worlds. Fallen and disassembled in Vegas, then shaved and sculpted into a politician. A gaunt face hidden. Air down here is heavy, unclear; muddied. Filled with smoke, a starving mycelium network. Search for food ends a long and lost journey. Buried and returned to dirt. Led out, having slept in grave.