“boxes stacked one on top of the other / to save space / in overpopulated cities”
“In the daylight, we didn’t talk. He avoided me. He didn’t know how to talk to me without a glass in his hand.”
The man had everything he’d ever wanted. His apartment was beautiful. His job was prestigious. His car was automated. And, yet, he considered the 20-story drop from his apartment balcony.
It became a kind of performance art piece, bleeding onto other people’s beds. They were never appreciative of her art.
Waterlogged Love word by Keah Hansen colour by Tomasz Kartasinksi 16 minutes left of class.…