The lady, the hole and the dead zone desire.

I haven’t done any of it, K. Since I went into the phantasm.

I feel the tip of the shadow pulling through my chest. Its asking me to get in and it wants me there like gravity to the heavy heavy black and purple- spreads through the center of my vision like an undulating bruisy ink pool. I’m changing channels and the audio is chopping on a talk show, I can make out the faces but I’m dyslexic to them. The colours in them (their suits their hair and eyes) drone, but their voices are shrapnel in ultrasound, radiating through a slowly oscillating fan. There is no more, just a slow idea… just a feeling of being a cog. I might have been there, working in the machine for years; I think this is most likely.