u/SadEmergency984

On the Road is only considered “interesting” because the main protagonists are privileged young white men. Race-swap them with Black characters, and suddenly all the literary circle jerks disappear.

This job had a certain gravity: it always brings you back to your feet. Sweeping, scrubbing, picking up, shuffling from corridor to staircase, from staircase to a room to be polished.

You sink into it through a slow movement of subsidence, without really noticing it: the gaze bends, the head follows the eyes, and suddenly you are completely absorbed into the décor.

You become an element of maintenance— you are now the man holding the broom, the one who is thanked politely without really being looked at; a scarecrow for parents worried about unruly, lazy, kids.

The sun gave golden shower

to everybody.

I got stings and stink,

after hours at the construction site

under its might.

Soaked in its rays,

my face looked like Sasha Grey.

The sun gave golden shower

to everybody.

I got stings and stink,

after hours at the construction site

under its might.

Soaked in its rays,

my face looked like Sasha Grey.