Max McNabb

Objects in a black mirror may be closer than they appear.

Opening the Whataburger box at midnight, seeing they forgot my gravy, and penetrating to the substrate of pain where all souls are one.

When I was a kid, I thought America would always be the way it was, that my grandpa won WWII and America was a fact of nature. Now it’s clear that American life 1945-2008 was a historical aberration. Purchased in blood and ashes, not to come again. Never in the lifetime of your children or their children will Americans have the delusional luxury of believing that all history was only tending toward them, the grand madness we enjoyed since the end of WWII. Your children will cease to understand history as “progress.”