“lately i’ve been writing like i’m running out of time, and perhaps that is because i am. so much unnecessary fuss to describe a simple absence. this can’t be my legacy. there has to be more to this. wind and unwind the springs of unfamiliar mechanisms. i’m a spiral; i’m spiraling, stretching, coiling. touch the live wire, that’s the only way to know me. i’ll do anything but admit that i’m sad.”
—s.k.














