[text ID:
Here
is the hallway and here are the doors and here is the fear of the other
thing, the relentless thing, your body drowning in gravity. /end ID]
[text ID:
This
is what they found on the dead man’s desk when the landlord let them in:
twenty-eight pages, esoteric and unfollowable, written with perfect penmanship
and a total disregard for any reader, as if the intended audience was a
population not quite human. /end ID]
[text ID: there is something underneath the building that is trying very hard to get your attention - a man with almond eyes and a zipper that runs the length of his spine. /end ID]
[text ID: Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out / You will be alone always and then you will die. /end ID]