bronzong

Receiving video signals transmitted half a century ago sudden condensation of sense: I never know what time it is signals bouncing off inverse lunar lacunae folded inside my head: the creation of a new map replete with gaps and stop signs points of infection: I will always remember the specific amount of time it took me to realise I could feel not a single thing anymore reciting albas of being ported off: are we not drawn onward to new era? a problematic inflection point: aibohphobia as an emerging possibility A Santa at Nasa.

I could wake up screaming in a body that is no longer mine.

(in fact, this has already happened)