James A. Reeves
17 Minutes Remaining
I borrowed the internet of a fast-fashion shop that closed at noon because too many of its workers had the plague.
Dream Language
I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.
January 7, 2022
January 6, 2022
An Elderly Man Sighs Over a Dusty Book About Trees
Goodness
The Memory Police
January 3, 2022
Broken Scales
January 1, 2022
2021 Rotation
The end of another year, and exhaustion hangs heavy like a fog.