a.m. train, empty suitcase, me.
Unrehearsed dream. Recreate it.
Listen to the structure fall a-part...
(in) kitchen,
bed,
hallway.
(pretend) it is (just) a memory that will fade.
yet.
already.
look into the camera for something; desert, rocks,
snow, sky, silence.
My fingers create the murmur of me.
bl o w a w a y .
60/60/600
by
sofiya trukhny
tamrika khvtisiashvili
120-60=60 W