Identity | Dying at A Desk

Identity | Dying at A Desk

Sitting, daydreaming, flying to the endless boundaries of a silver screen— the world is all at hand waiting yet to be seen, and hearts are up and running— desire inside so keen to get by, day by day— the world is all at hand, yet what does that wide world mean?...
The Scream | The Psychoanalysis of A Dream

The Scream | The Psychoanalysis of A Dream

I belong to no country you may war against, and tomorrow’s place I find, for my head, under your military boots, and the roaring thunder of your steel shaking my ground. I belong to no race, where a color mismatch can take your reason away, and all your eyes can see...
The War Edition | Deserter

The War Edition | Deserter

I’m running naked as the sky the fields, the crops overgrown sweat beads no more deliberately formed on a wrinkled forehead so tired of looking to see the road ahead having abided by every law, I’ve been marching for days and nights, one by one like leaves of fall...
The Antichrist | The Machine

The Antichrist | The Machine

Sam was waiting in the long single file for his turn at The Machine. He had been waiting for over three hours, but he had to come on that day, or he would miss the opportunity to get a better future. The people in line could not talk to each other, so there was only...

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