It was obvious (but not to us) the age was bust bankrupt nothing but just a heap of clothes worn maybe once then left outside the Donations door at Value Village. Then along comes a prince (of sorts) with a sickly crown royally to smack us down. We’re all in the doghouse now because the Godhouse and the shopping mall are bound shut like a bad wound in the days before medical supply shortages. This prophet tells us to rough it in our apartments alone for a while. Pity the children with nowhere to run and with grandparents in the belly of the fish. This prophet tells it as it is; hard hope to hold on to with hands cracked by constant washing and trained to keep off objects touched by others. Hard hope but worth it because this prophet does not lie— “Believe it”, he cries. “A kingdom is standing by just waiting for us to try."