Nathan Thiery - Too Soon - 2/10/27

And the story keeps on rolling...

[A man who, if not for the name Nathan, would be easily mistaken for a woman with a relatively low voice struggles to complete sentences as he bawls his eyes out over his tape recorder. For the sake of an accurate recording of his intentions, I will edit out the stuttering, repeated words, and crying.]

Awwwww, why did the old man have to go?! He was just he was just such a sweet guy! He was always nice to the kids, even if they never bought anything... they said they'd push the ashes off the edge of the city, and just let them go to the wind, but... then what? What're we gonna do with the empty lot?

[I hate to break my past statement, but after reading this, I went on another dive. Buried in the sand, I found several large propellers, jets, and deflated hot air balloons. Through a combination of these devices, the city likely kept itself afloat... perhaps on the sea, or perhaps... no, that's impossible.]