Now The knife is so sharp I don’t feel it cut me as I reach it into the soapy water. I don’t notice the blood. Do it deeper. “What was that?” That’s odd. I thought I’d heard something. Kiki sits on the drying mat to my right, nestled between the inverted wok and wine glasses.… Continue reading Kiki the Killer Kitten
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Desert Highway (a dream)
In the end, the most surprising thing about the video was that no two people ever remembered it the same. It was a modern-day Rorschach test. It was only three minutes and twelve seconds long, but people saw different things when they recounted what they had watched. One thing everyone agreed on was the video… Continue reading Desert Highway (a dream)