1.5.22
The coffee mug fixed her hands in place, surrounding a warm espresso sea that dripped down the sides of the ceramic planet, so she stared back into its hot, hazy breath, speaking.
Backing out of the past into the future
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1.5.21
Moses entered his cartoon townhouse and came out again, closing the door and sitting next to her on the one concrete step down from home to the asphalt desert, and he held the coffee out, still steaming in the warm air.
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1.5.20
“Maybe we can chat here, a moment please, on the stoop, in the sun?” she stuttered, reminded of the gin working through her stomach by the sharp mists billowing in her head, “and do you have any coffee made?”
eventual infinity | FEEL
In a corner of the sprawling camp there’s a tent with a cassette collection, imported from some pacific shoreline bazaar I’ve never been to. Taken by the ocean waves of new sound, I judged the tapes by the names on the covers. The seduction of eventual infinity sucked me in, the hole narrowing and narrowing
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