I love needing what tv does, colonizing until the wheels fall off. 
Nearly sunset in coconut milk. Skinny ‘eventude’ brings on waves of fluttering, populist rage, some dishonest dogs. (Tv dogs taught to come, fetch, force it down.) All in favor held under pressure.  
 
Channel surfing here in the cranberry state I see immigrants mix well w/ bohemians, capitalist people, people people, subjectivity with certain rights for a life entrenched w/ exigency — it feels very large here. We’re on tv.