And my mind turns gullible in the small hours, ready to believe anything.
Conspiracy
Maybe you’ve heard the stories, the baroque theories on late-night radio or the soliloquies of sunburnt men who mutter at the traffic.
Folk Religion
Just after midnight, a metallic voice began to flicker through the radio static.
Swerve
Demon
Detach
Radioland
Solstice
Paranoia
We check the death tally each morning like the weather report.
