Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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XVII. [excursus]

A brief excursus: Sometimes when I'm writing these words—more than words, really: a re-telling; new acts to new scenes—they become so...

  • I.
    Two days ago, this: Eyes begin to focus; a binge gone terribly wrong. Here I am—am I?—in my room, on my bed, sheets still on, like I hadn’t ...
  • III.
    Returning from the hole for the second time, gathering my thoughts. Actually, did I even go anywhere? I woke up, yeah, in my bed. Not at the...
  • II.
    Day 4 Nightmare again. Nothing’s changed; just more details. If it weren’t for the sun, I’d think it’s been days since I last wrote. It feel...