1.1.6
“Mo.” Addy came back with a water bottle and fell into the space behind her bent knees, “and he had a rough one, slept it off downstairs.”
Moving down the wire
the subsidiary and peripheral both blend into the black bouquet of deep space. Any destination becomes a white-hot focal point, disarming my attention. Suddenly, I’m swept up in the web, the in-between of the extension of our conscious awareness, suspended in the mid range where nothing lies on the periphery and nothing lies in focus.
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1.1.5
Addy disappeared with a handful of stained cocktail glassware while Evelyn curled up enough to rub out the soreness in her calves.
1.1.4
“Who was still here?” she asked, immediately bristling at the resonance of her own voice, “and please, can you get me some water.”
Coubo | Homewards
I waited for coubo‘s return to the interspace since the day he disappeared. About a year ago I wandered into the social sector just to catch a lead on him after stumbling across his tape at melody soul. Last I heard he was sucked down to earth for service. Then I caught wind he was
1.1.3
She brushed the sweat from beneath her neck, frustrated by the screen, only a mirror until she swiped through the moisture to the message: you up yet?
1.1.2
The back of someone faded through the front door, framed a cowboy in some film she recalled, Addy closing it in tail, loose sweats and a coffee mug.
The red lights around the social sector
glow like moth traps, where hooligans and buskers catcall. The stasis and the movement of pure light inflaming all my passion and pedestrians alike. I squint when I move through, avoiding the engineered seduction, the excitement and euphoria. My hand atop my face I control my eyes to bar my motion, move only where I
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