1.5.27
“Do you ever ask yourself,” she kept pressing on the air, “’What if I can’t trust my thoughts? What if I can’t trust my feelings? What if I don’t know how to think? How to feel?’”
1.5.26
The air was suddenly heavier under the weight of the Colorado sun and Mo’s shoulders slackened under it and her, the words pushing from her lips, the nickel spinning between his finger and his thumb.
Drowned in the watery grid of the glassy center
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1.5.24
The two mugs watched Mo open his mouth and move the air between them all, “I thought I loved you.”
HOME | Odyssey
Somewhere along the wire I came across home, an odyssey atop the flat dimension: primordial ooze. My propellers and sails introduced the power of stellar breeze in the virtual stratosphere. Whirring finely, I filled up with the rising steam engines thumping under the deck. The grey blowby wandering through electric air. The way my old