dipsomaniacal tragedian progressively crippled by obsessions with death

everybody else’s attitude toward Clipperton resembled that kind of stiffly conspicuous nonrecognition that e.g. accompanies farts at formal functions.

mise-en-scène

There was way less time passing in the office than there seemed to be.

window. The man’s face falls into and out of amused expressions as he

Somewhere in the tall house next door a toilet flushes, and the back room’s pipes sing.

My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair.

There was nobody home, and in the sort of way where the place’s emptiness pulsed and breathed.

pleurisy