言辞的力量

The insiders ran around wildly looking for the exits. On the face of the deep the ghosts of civilization wailed. The shadow of a doubt dissolved, everyone just trying to understand how what happened happened. Figuring out how became the choicest profession. Don’t misunderstand us— we always obeyed the unwritten rules, we always respected the number of minutes allotted for the interview—always believed in the existence of the singular reason for the world’s incomprehensible demise. It was not our job to notice the rain no longer fell, we were busy tracking who was logging in and logging out of the current war while new faces of God made their appearances behind our backs as always. We checked on our stringers. …