Steady Veins
It’s implicit, the desire for conspiracy.
Tag: People
Deceleration
Five, thirty, two thousand and twenty-four. The day our blue sky wore off.
Another Decision
“Time slithers from this universe to the next Big Bang. It has to slip somewhere, conservation and all.”
Job Description
“Broken pieces of a clean-cut man. Nobody knows of his thoughts, not even him….”
Turning a Corner
“He walks at a snail’s pace, through the fog and all. Earbuds turned all the way up. Spotify playlist playing all of the aesthetic hits.”
Eyes + Words 