Have I Been Awake the Whole Time?

Bona Dish - 8 AM

The sounds of the upstairs neighbours, her shuffling feet, his stomping excess. The occasional birdsong, the grind of grass being mowed. A sip of coffee, a pull off a cigarette. A night on Earth, a day in Hell.

Get up, do it all again. Day in / Day out.

You wanted it to be different. The world decided against that. Was there ever a time for artistry?

Better yet, was there ever money for it?