"So we've accomplished our plan. How does it feel?" In the back seat, Ah Yung slaps the capybara's belly, which rings out like a ripe watermelon.
PANORAMA Before opting, before whichever road, the current scrapes the sound of rocks, light, leaf litter. The wind, neither northerly nor southerly, clears life on an indefinite point, dry thistles on clay. Man creates a city in his mind, offers his exhaustion, the rainwater, electricity which snakes through cables. Later defeats the evidence, graduates from […]