Matt Low

CLEAR KEEP

There’s nobody left and there’s somebody watching me. I’ve got a heart shaped locket with a picture of the only woman I ever loved. The world is damned and everyone died. I am the last one left. I talk about the world as I talk about anything. The way a man who’s falling down a bottomless pit talks about how he’ll be fine. The world never gave me anything. All the world did was kill itself and left me to deal with the mess.