Nagatacho. Hot seat event horizon of government of darkness HQ. I see weathered blue buses trailing each other, human silhouette shadows inside, forever condemned to circle the diet building for crimes dating back generations of uncertainties, misunderstand. GOD agents everywhere in identical whiteshirts and black slacks. Muppet dress shoes. Police on every street corner propped up by regulation hit-me stick. Beginning of the summer spiritual cook off and the feeling of having to ride it out. Humid vapor starting to hover in the empty halls and meeting rooms. The big revelation being that there's no one actually in the GOD, no one needs to be anymore. We are all complacent, political, and motion sick just sitting here, on a prison bus, on a corner, considering what to buy and breathe next.