March 10, 2023
I pedal like I’m dying, like I’m being followed by the homeless man who spat at me yesterday, like I’m following the homeless man who spat at me while I grip the lead pipe in my hand. Lead pipe. A classic weapon, I think to myself. It’s a board game weapon, it’s not even real, I’ve murdered four homeless men with this lead pipe and haven’t been caught, it’s untraceable,
March 7, 2023
My boyfriend’s wife was a remarkable beauty. She came into my mind when I was driving, or cutting clumps of wheatgrass to feed to the juicer at work, or lying in bed at night. Her name was Bianca, which was a name that could only belong to a beautiful woman. I was scrolling through her Instagram page when a text from Sukie interrupted me. “Thought of you today. I backed up into a car and drove away without leaving a note.” What the fuck does that have to do with me,
March 3, 2023
Samantha was struggling to focus on her biology PhD— her grandpa had just died from a long battle with an obscure form of cancer, and then there was the shambolic crash of the death metal band raging in the opposite building, disturbing her dreams.
As the noise rattled her skull, Samantha recalled her grandpa’s luminous eyes and ruthless nature — he was a big game hunter and he’d travelled the world killing rhinos and elephants,
February 28, 2023
There was never nothing; nothing never begat nothing. That was my first belief, though. Above all, I believed in the abyss from which I’d emerged. The miraculous product of a void multiplied by another. To divide a limitless field, I set a camera on my shoulder. A doubling device containing nothing became my center. From two zeroes (my camera and the void I set it on) came one two: the image proved the existence of an original something.