Catastrophic memory apocalypses. Mountains of data oozing out from beneath. Shards of present future histories lost in a warehouse of forgotten dreams. Old booze hounds. Men with dark breath. Lost angels. Life’s highways. Old men, broken down cars. Shots in the darkness. People screaming or smiling. Smell of smoke.
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