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I dream that i am living in a used car lot. My house is floating in a pavement sea, colored metal shit surrounding me. I wake up late, look out the window, and all I can see for miles is glinting metal in the noon sun. Like the corrugated tin roofs of the slums in nairobi; frightening in that same way. But this is a sea of affluence, of excess. This hot metal hell is something we have brought upon ourselves.