IN THE MIDST OF SOMETHING HOLLOW



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.

DARK ADAPT

THE METHOD