The South

THE edge quivers and bends in the light. Like an Atlas flexing muscle in the morning dew, back hunched and curled like the light band of Earth’s horizon as witnessed from the darkness of space. And nothing appears as lonely as an empty rocker perched on the edge of an overgrown lawn, like that of an abandoned…

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Kill Time

WHEN bored you lose your mind, and things become clear and muddled at once. Visions dance in front of your eyes, you lose balance, you hear the buzzing of the synthetic lights shimmering overhead in the bright white bathroom. The fading plastic walls look like artwork born of Rome. You literally count the seconds…