Anamórphōsis

/You wake in a dust storm. Your mind scatters, one neuron for every mote, spread across the distance of galaxies./ /You were someone else, before you were you. You no longer remember her name./ /Now your head rings with NINE VOICES—in one throat—OUR MINDS…

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A LIFE. They were not - so vast as we - yet they lived an existence far less debatable = than that of quavering atoms Consider this - our cognatum - Theia /You have heard this name before. The memory dissipates on solar…

/You unspool your mind. Reach out. Cast your chronoreceptors—you don't have those, why don't you have those?—back. You want answers. You seize a fistful of dust from the wind./ I AM. we = are .we a|re nine S P A N N I N G S P A C E T I M E I P E R C E…

Hate is - such a strong word does a cell + hate its organelles does the Emissary + hate its atoms 'Depends which atoms.' Reluctant acknowledgement - frustration - disgust - shaken on the rocks pity + revulsion Imagine - know - your breath - your…

/Finally, you have reached this moment. Your chronoreceptors unfurl, petals of a dark matter sail, capturing a thousand breaths. Finally, you can see./ 'A ditch—a hut—a squat village—a city—steel teeth eating the sky.' 'Dive, dive, dive—they dug too deep…

/You cannot warn them when you are neon./ /Hands. You need hands. How will you turn in your resignation letter without them?/ /They expected a mouthpiece, dutifully repeating after them. But they needed a true translator—and in translation, there is…