A model built on 13 hours of sleep
sits in the middle of the lobby
displaying its crooked lines.
White and sea blue, the structure stands out 
from the moss-green paper grass,
a cardboard homage to 
some supposedly important national event.
There it stands, a blasphemous monument 
to all the ideals of this corrupt country.
For once, we did something right.
Victory, though unrealized, is ours.


leap | afraid