“Dark Blue Shift”

I saw something on the dark, confined morning, and it kind of confirmed what I’d been seeing a lot of, in recent enterprises. It was a bumper sticker that read, “536/53/537.” It was on a car with a Notre Dame license plate which turned away from Notre Dame, and away from all the population, onto Cleveland, at seven in the morning. I never saw the person who was driving the car. He**, enough people have already seen him. He wants for the world to gravitate up that numeric range, where we’re all just faceless figures, all crammed into some dank basement like livestock, as if spawns from controlled, chemical test tubes. There is no morality up there, where 536 is so similar to 537, so documentable, so measurable and mundane, so unlikely to watch the behavior of a fly-over person, of a vessel built for low play and denial.