I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.
so if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
illuminate the “no’s” on their vacancy signs.
if there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks,
then i will follow you into the dark [x]
citizens, there shall come a time when all shall be concord, harmony, light, joy, and life.