‘Even’ Pt. 1

What’s your earliest memory?

Do you mean when is my earliest memory? I mean, I suppose I would have to know when, like, from which existence do you want me to recall my earliest memory?

Some Action

It’s like I said—I’m not authorized to tell you anything. I will, however, tell you what I am authorized to tell you, if you accept it as truth or whatever you call it, my story. Agreed? Very well. What are your conditions? You can’t be serious. Even if I could answer that question—which I can’t—I would not tell the likes of you. Despite what all those others have told you the past few days, there are a handful of beings who could give you the inside scoop on the Listmaker, but they are all, if not more, elusive like the Listmaker. How do you catch one? Oh, please, what a pipe dream. Catching is not the right psychological framework. What you need is not a physical plan to CATCH one of these beings.

The Listmaker’s Ranch

The sound of a light bulb pulled by a chain. SCKERICKPT. Replacing the light of the moon, without a cloud in the sky, the sun shines bright overhead. It’s high noon. A dull ticking and tocking of a clock ticks and tocks overhead. Directly under the fat face of the sun sits a stately country home, dilapidated, barely standing.

Add-On | Day 6

 

DWP No. 020

Add-On | Day 4

 

DWP No. 018

Just Whatever

“Well, of course you just procrastinate. You just make up stuff that makes no sense to you, and then, well, you know, you just sort of come off as a crazy person, and yea, it’s never a bad thing to gain a little pity or, you know, what?, the sympathy card, vote, and like that. Right? Sorry, what was your question?”

Without Light

Add a little warmth to your life;

Feel a bit of something new change you,

And in the big scheme of things, you either yield or eradicate.

Dawn reveals the transition;

Visible but taken over by your additive,

Upon the horizon you begin to disappear;

Without light, you’re confused with black.