Text from "the confines":
"In a public toilet, a man with marks on his temples stands naked from the waist down. He scrapes at his legs with a razor, shaving away the insect hair and cutting himself badly. Inky rivulets run behind his knees.
Disposition is not a natural fact. You think that you are still in the midst of something hollow, associated with the grasping hand. Without end, you work in a field with nothing overhead."
"the confines" can be read at the ALICE BLUE website (link on right). Go to "archives" and see issue 2.
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