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My greatest nightmare is one where I am walking on a sidewalk. I feel the tapping, the rhythm of my steps. I feel the terrifying rhythm of others' steps. I feel it deep within my mind. Like a clock, like something approaching then passing. Then something approaches. Something horrible. A sound. Motion stops. I am made into a mess of blood. My body ( Read more... )

precise and proportional geometric sections of the moon were cut and placed into the earth. large cubical sections of grey lunar strata, we came across one by accident one day. great grey square in the ground. the elder shaman, he just pointed to another section of earth, a valley which had been carved two miles down, somewhere beyond the horizon. ( Read more... )

my soul has withered in a spiral, a burning and intoxicated branch within the vase chamber of my body. but it has left seeds. they ricochet through long black caverns, precipices of glorious stained glass windows, serpentine, worm-like. they are thrown through this vast and unknown space. it is a tundra, a desert, yet sometimes an alien jungle, ( Read more... )

we are driving out into the desert, deep farmland desert. grasses sporadically impregnated with cactus. the occasional tree. barbed-wire cattle fences ( Read more... )

It is far too hot a summer in Tokyo, children pant like dogs, half-real, half-animated. As the film progresses we realize that they are all silent, eyes wide, mouth agape with shock, they are looking at their dead strangled little siblings as the air ripples deliriously from the waves of heat. Black office buildings, black leather chairs. A child ( Read more... )

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