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twoeightyfour

Sleep

Ambivalence

Imagine yourself photographing asphalt and concrete.

You go for a walk one overcast morning.

The light is like dirty dishwater, and everything has that bleary, faded look.

You snap a few pics; it begins to drizzle.

Later, you recognize each photo is of the same thing:

You.

The Aforementioned Father in Repose

with a hairy tufted smokeling
perched atop his shoulder
(a devil's familiar),
Baelz-a-Buzz
surveys his domain.