Feels a little like S2udioLiminal again, but way better to be feeling more home than travel.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
a bus roared by on a NYC street and bailed a puddle of icy sludge onto the sidewalk, "IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT I am?" The woman...
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