October 25, 2021 A heavy thick fog hangs over everything. I can no longer trust my memories— I know they stem from an artificial past....

March 16, 2022 As my soft tissue starts to dissolve, I feel ligaments starting to disconnect. “I hate you.”They say to one another. “I...

April 23, 2022 a madman on the piano, a rusty wrench propping open a door, a moldy peach, a dog shaking muddy water off his coat, a...

July 1, 2021 Every summer, beautiful days take place when a lack of oxygen reaches my brain and I succumb to the ground’s temptation. I’m...