The Chase 2017 Isaidub Access

Later, at the station, forms were filled in in careful handwriting. The phrase “I said dub” made its way into a report as a fragment of colloquialism, a line item. In roomfuls of fluorescent light and bureaucracy, the poetry of the chase was reduced to boxes checked and boxes ticked: damage estimates, charges pending, advisories read. That’s how nights like this end — with language flattened, the wildness made legible and then administrative.