texture
The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.
The version of me between versions of me.
Home approaches
I gather the smaller selves
and pretend there’s one
The hallway narrowed near Accounting, as hallways often do when they know too much.
This feels like either the aftermath or the invitation. Not sticking around to find out.
A collection of small emergencies.
He came prepared for several possible conversations.
He had narrowed it down to two cards and one fruit.
Honestly? Good for them.
A strange amount of ceremony for chips.
Everything becomes archaeology if neglected at the correct speed.
