Yeah, 10 hours yesterday / I am happy though / (happier than most) / Satisfied, even / I mean, the rush is never as strong as the first time it hit / but at least something is guaranteed / it's the internet / there always *has* to be something out there / something else to know / something new I haven't heard of before / i know i'm hooked / but you have to understand / we all are tapping, liking, scrolling, disliking, saving, favoriting, quitting and coming back. / it's the m

1. The ghost girl was Little Lucy, no connection to Lucille Ball, flashed her dimples, red hair on the Capitol Mall, wore smoke-soaked clothes, no shoes for her, a black hoodie so she wouldn’t catch cold, her own joke. It didn’t matter. Bullets had shredded her family’s tent in Ludlow, Colorado, when everything she knew had exploded. Today would’ve been her tenth birthday, she counted eight more siblings, spoke their names, whispered to visitors, a game she played to make peo