Dear Readers,
I no longer know what to believe in. One day, glorious winter is upon us, sheathing us in a cold white burrito wrap and masking the falseness that lies beneath in the austere perfection of thinglessness. Rarely has my heart been as thrilled as when I saw the world reduced to this.
The next day, cold rains fell on the clean slate, exposing the rot and filth that lie underneath us all. And yet still the next, false summer returned to shine the light of day on our faults, making them shine bright and bare before one another, revealing our deepest shames for the skies above to bear witness. I have been reborn, destroyed, and put on display this week, and frankly, weather, I’m sick and tired of you playing games with me. Pick a season and stick to it, you fickle frenemy. I love you. I hate you. Leave me alone. Hold me forever.
WTF,
Weatherman
This week in last week’s weather, we use voice-to-text technology to transcribe the “Dear Readers” section, and for some reason (read: lazy editors) it passes as a weather report.
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