I was laying in bed wide awake even though the rest of the city was asleep. I was thinking about the state of things and what was coming next. It’s all so uncertain,I used to be scared of this feeling, but now I feel like it’s promising.I laid there wide awake. My body shedding microscopic pieces of myself into the mattress. Little by little I was falling apart. Little by little the experience of life on this planet was piling up as dust in the corners of my room. Little by little, I was leaving myself behind as my new self took over. Maybe this is why I’m not scared anymore. Maybe under a microscope a scientist could tell me that all of this dust was just inexperience and fear. Maybe that’s what’s going on here. Regardless, I need to clean this room tomorrow. My allergies are a mess these days. A short story about dust . Casey Donahue . (2012) . Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported Between the words – Riccardo Guasco Scanned collage – Gian Maria Borin Materiale – Giantordo Nascita – Felice Serino Back to Issue 0 - Material...
