later

I am drinking an orange ice drink with a red plastic straw from a white plastic cup on a street where no one lives anymore and above me a streetlight is on in the middle of the day.

And I don't want to make light of these people's wreckage, to sip Cokes and buy earings amidst the rubble, but I don't want to draw attention to it either because they step over it nonchallantly in shiny heels and pointing it out seems bad taste.