Chapter One

[holdthepickels]

Black on buildings and black on sky and black on faces fall black on eyes, rains of sunlight in goldenish flakes tear like seams in rips and breaks and pool in spaces filling in cracks we stand in plain clothes suits and slacks. As if we lived in a desolate world with nothing around us but dirt and instead of air, we walked through and absence of

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