“Where is the horse and the writer? Where is the ale horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days of 2022 have gone down in the West behind AMG HQ into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead staffers burning? Or behold the flowing promos from the Sump returning? How did it come to this? Why is the Score Safety Counter bleeding? Welcome to the September Record(s) o’ the Month.” A sword day. A red day.
