The Glass Eater’s Advice

Agh. Agh!

Don’t talk to me about bloody urine, son! There were days when I’d drink ground glass shakes and piss blood clots all day.

I’d pee bloody streams incarnate!

So go away with your complaints of I’ve got discolored urine, dad. I used to piss shards, lad.

Shards!

“How do we begin to make sense of our own complicity, however reluctant, in this nightmare? I know that I’m complicit; my hands drip crude. Hell is murky.”

— Nathaniel Rich / Losing Earth