How much does a footstep weigh? Could you pay a debt in miles wandered, loves lost, and feelings felt? Fiscal deficit peels off of people until all that remains are workable bones. The hungry, self-subsuming organ of the state argues that for the consolidation of an archaic greater good, we must build a highway directly through your house. Just fifty dollars and we'll be out of your hair. Just an arm and you'll be debt free. Though of course, you know that the road will be haunted - by the house, by its neighbours, by you. The debt state does not mind, however, having consolidated away any need to remember a ghost long ago, and those of us who remain are left to build cities in graveyards.

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore