SICK (memoir) – ACT III

ACT 3 2017 Nowhere. It’s over, if it has ever begun. Regardless, you journey on, spinning, untethered. The canals were only the edges of what you could see. You’re barefoot and naked. Weightless but for the weight of your breath. There’s nothing there, at the end that’s pulling you in, by an invisible thread. It’s over. Moreover, perhaps, there’s still a direction and shape to … Continue reading SICK (memoir) – ACT III

SICK (memoir) – ACT II

ACT 2 2017 Further down. The canals widen, must be nearing the source. There’s a flicker that might be the onset of sensory-deprivation-induced hallucinations, but they’re growing clearer as you let the current carry you on. Down. There’s an auditory element to the hallucination now. Voices in the flow. Down. Gathering speed now. What kind of live, pulsating canal is this?   Mid 2011 – … Continue reading SICK (memoir) – ACT II

SICK (memoir) – ACT I

ACT I 2017   Down. Along infinite canals of systems upon systems. Like the proverbial bootstraps, pulled in freefall so the soles of your feet feel this reassuring pressure from the gravity of your own pull. You spiral towards the huge obvious black hole that is the centre of the thing without edges. But all this happens at an edgewise angle to the dimensions you … Continue reading SICK (memoir) – ACT I

Kerkrade Trip (500-words, true-story exercise)

So we’re driving back from Kerkrade, a city on the German-Dutch border, with two fatty joints, and we’ve got the window cracked open for paranoia that we’d have to get rid of them lest we be thrown in jail were we to be pulled over. H is driving, sober — he took urine tests regularly for his football thing. E, C, and yours truly are … Continue reading Kerkrade Trip (500-words, true-story exercise)

Speedrunners (sketch)

People outside the community are always telling each other not to speed through their lives. They point at us and shake their heads in something damn close to disgust, as if their careers have any more of a point to them than just sitting in a dark room, staring blissfully at a screen for undistinguished masses of days and weeks worrying about frame-counts and inputs-per-minute, … Continue reading Speedrunners (sketch)

Dem Lebendigen Geist

“In the summer you can really feel the grain fields nearby—stalks bobbing in the breeze making ripples in the warm air. You see cobblestone alleys and facades of magenta stone like recurring visual cues to let you know that this is where you are. Across the river, green banks of grass spotted with student bodies on towels and picnic blankets. Blue skies paling as they … Continue reading Dem Lebendigen Geist