distractions are much more welcoming, more present. all moments equidistant, nothing changes: we open our eyes and begin to claw wildly at the immediate sphere, protesting its intrusive nature; the world gets larger, then smaller, atomic indecency. each night presents a familiar struggle, a war that never ceases, only a changing of circumstances. don’t drink,…

short and to the point, an eviction of local demons however friendly, hoever familiar. however many awful things lie in the heart of our hearts, spilling outward this ancient dam bursts, flooding the narrow pathways like tributaries leading back to that capillary temple, the spread of thought, a disease we cannot be rid of. cleansing,…