Anthology

Burrowed among the blankets since before
the sun came up . . . his eyes hardly blink at all. What began as a simple distraction
Has devoured his whole consciousness.
The slowly changing lights from image to pixels, losing momentum and killing the brain.
Hearts have long since stopped their beating, too loud against the volume knob . . .

but there beneath the rumbling rage of feature films and high charisma
set and bound to repress the senses, numb the pain.love.anger further to a state of bland escape, he has a sense of who he may have been before.

Who he could become.