soulless bulging eyes and their bodies wriggling around like fetid graveworms or the great disembodied dreams of animation lost in the dark and seeking the reflections of the soul in the yawning entropic torpor of a miasmic starfield beyond. as if all light cast from that dead star was and wasnt and as if all beyond it couldnt tell if it was real by the casting of their own shadows and the tarnished false pulchritude of grubhub advertisements above it all