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All day long, I stare into their mouths. The trick is that I’ve trained myself not to think of them as mouths. It’s like when you stare at someone’s face long enough, it turns into something else. Something quite alien. … Continue reading

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In the dream, the ball is bouncing towards me. Only every time it touches the grass, it splits in two. One ball, two balls, four balls, eight. I can see each of them clearly and I spread my arms out … Continue reading

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The first time I disappeared it was an accident. We were in the department store. One minute we were walking in the aisle, there were bodies around, racks full of coats, shirts, slacks, pegged pants hanging stiff and straight as … Continue reading

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There are people walking around with no souls. I don’t know. They just don’t have them. You just know. Like… they were born without them, or whether they’ve lost them, who can say. You can lose your soul. Fear. Laziness. … Continue reading

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I took a long drink of water and, like, started crying. I was sitting in the bathtub. It was late afternoon, evening really, and I thought I’d take a quick bath before dinner. But when I raised the sports jug … Continue reading

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