three in a row

I am in the pokies section of my local. The room is a roar with dings and jingles, chattering and claps, there are flashing lights, animations of golden doubloons raining down, and sat before all this spectacle are the poor souls, grey skinned and dry lipped - those who pull the levers of the machine. … Continue reading three in a row

Crowdss

Synchronicity, says Jay Wyszynski to no one in particular. He had just seen two people who looked the same walk into the same travel agency.  For him this coincidence was a symptom of a larger order to which he ascribed the universe, an interconnectedness of all things. He didn't have the courage to ascribe any … Continue reading Crowdss

Crowds

It is rush hour in the city and the streets are bustling with pedestrians. The pavement is not visible underneath this milling mass of people. There is no unified movement shared among them, patterns and passageways form and then collapse upon themselves. Yet each participant is a person in their own right. Whatever that means. … Continue reading Crowds

a letter to no one 8

The typical pathol-… the typic-… the t-t-t-… tossed trail of breadcrumb-like pride-morsels now lead Hansel and Gretel back to your ancestral Black Forest: home of: you there Struwwelpeter, fingernails protracted, gnasher hygiene protested, you fuppering fairytale fool: a splooging spell, an eye-crossing illusion, a phantasmagoric veil in which questions of this or that are answered … Continue reading a letter to no one 8