A story of mine, 'The Shrine,' will be included in the Dark Mountain Project's literary journal, out this September. Very excited!
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Thursday, June 12, 2014
The city is in my blood now, like irreducible plastic beads, like the gyres of styrofoam in the sea.
The sand beside the sea was recently below the sea and where it has not been stepped on it lies in a perfect arching plane, parabolic curves of a hard crust. The coarse grains are held in a crust of salt that breaks suddenly when touched, as though it had dreamt of falling apart since it emerged from the sea.
Children break the crust of sand with their feet like robots poorly designed for the purpose.
Like a robot, a created thing, my blood is the city, all the people and buildings run, like an upturned chess set in a drain pipe, through my heart and veins.
Most people don’t play chess.
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