America wakes in her apartment, disheveled from weeks of prolonged heartache. Strange how weak she has become from “love”. None of it real… or is it? America can not stop crying. Every morning, fifteen minutes of numbness from hangover and then remembering…

She remembers a future lost amid the wreckage of her apartment. Every piece of furniture, every work of art, part of the reminder of every possibility that has collapsed without intention. “I have been asleep for so long.” She thinks to herself through tears.

It is true, America has been asleep for so long that she has forgotten herself. The collective amnesia fogs her weary frame as she shuffles around. Coffee, a cigarette, weed, beer, mushrooms, intake. Zero food. Absolutely do not water.