The new era was a sham, but the old era was just hyped up on guns and meth. Art was out and so was writing. If you couldn't see it or watch it, then it wasn't worth remembering. But it was fun too. We wandered the burnt out huts of this land, and we gathered the shoelaces and MREs, and our violent forefathers had been eradicated by their own envy.
Cherry blossoms fell and the water took the blossoms and they floated on the pool like tiny boats.
I found an old book about the story of an Italian Knight who spontaneously combusted after drinking strong wine in the 15th century. I don't know what strong wine is. It sounds like medicine. That would be bad medicine.