Somebody passed the glass contraption to Ian, an oversized semi-waterfilled beaker with a large cylinder extending out of the opening atop the beaker and with a pipe bowl slotted into the beaker’s side. Join me behind his eyes as he grips the cylinder. Feel the glass warmed by his friends’ hands and sticky but notContinue reading “intermission”
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the first part of a nightmare
The man named Xam sat in the same spot, in front of the same shop, on the same cobblestone side street, every day. He had no solid memory of the day before or plan for the day after. He sat with his legs bent at the knees and stretched out in parallel, soles flat onContinue reading “the first part of a nightmare”
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