SUPERMAN’S LAST FLIGHT

SUPERMAN’S LAST FLIGHT

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Morning in America. Cheap, plastic Venetians screen sunlight from the living room of a four hundred square foot two-bed. Shadows cast by thirty-watt overheads, thrift store furniture, and a wood-cabineted television splash the dirtied-white walls. Hitting at 186,000 miles a second, they strobe briefly then disappear—forgettable flashes of abstract art, small prayers chasing tiny dreams… Continue reading SUPERMAN’S LAST FLIGHT