blessed are the wombs that are barren
blessed are branches that bear no fruit
blessed are the rivers run dry
because we have come to the end of the world
– Charlie Chaplin as the Jewish Barber
– Walter White
What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.