postman sinking into the dewy grass

[Quinton Maxwell]

The terror is very strong, so strong that I can feel it though I am inside my house. I peek out the window and all I can see is the snowy waste like a well off parasite. There are men who were walking home maybe to see their families. They are now frozen solid in their solipsisms. They are aware, upon closer inspection you can see their eyes swiveling back and forth. They are frozen in their moments. Like still frame pictures on my lawn. I see only one that looks content. He is lying in the snow completely naked. Next to him are discarded bits of technology and he is smiling.