It’s been breathing in the walls. Crawling through the floorboards. Undone, unleashed: a dark spectre, haunting your semi-slumber.
Wake up … the world is still in disarray. A glaring white void and you can smell the distant fires. You feel the pain traveling through your bones. The bubbles in your drink. The money in the bank. The meat on your plate.
Here we are — divided! No joy, no cure. Lose that pathetic smile! And put your make-up on.
This is the White West.