Tyrants rise, and tyrants then fall. A war comes to an end under the media’s spotlight while another goes on ignored.
Tech empires pass hands like children’s toys, and coins that can’t buy food triple in value by the day. Inside golden fortresses, they’re all in agreement that there’s nothing wrong with the world even as L.A.’s embers still glow in their eyes.
Meanwhile, in a South London tower block, a middle-aged man lies on his sofa, watching an Overground train speed past his window, while a kitten named after a forgotten empress from Ancient Rome purrs on his lap.
Dear Middle Aged Man, as this dark hour rises, it is my hope that Messalina, wise Empress of the South London Tower Block, can guide us all to the other side.
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