Tale

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Black star, who do you think you are? Crickets sleeping in

the depths of your crater. We won’t see you coming. Hidden. Crashing

into the receptors of our central nervous system. I’d ask for your name and

yet this part seems familiar. A cobra chasing its own tale. Tail? Tale. Delivered

to uncover latent content. Uncomfortable. You won’t miss any of this, and

maybe you will. Name. It’ll come to me, the next time we do this.

Photography by Masha Sardari