Sean Evans: So, what’s it’s like being The Chosen One, and knowing the very existence of all humanity rests heavy on your shoulders?
The Chosen One (eating a wing): Whoa!!! Oh fuck dude that’s hot. Jesus. I’m like literally crying. Give me the milk dude, holy shit. FUCK.
Every building in a sunset wears a new outfit, a temporary groove! Far off and away, the cleanly stacked gradient of cotton candy colors lays down on the sun. Only the pink reaches you, floods the train car with a lemonade hue, and drenches the calm strangers in instant nostalgia