Please let me know, no need to be kind. It is a comfort of a sort The dust lying thickly, is boredom's little pet, a free-form skin shot with blue and green. Oblivious of the chatter, an occupied leather icon, it's veins faded, it's edges patched yet frayed. Dangling a motionless arm, he is immune to the drone. Spent hull is wrinkled, dry, and cracked in repose.
Bitten nails brush the unswept floor, bounded at last by time and inconsequence.
It is a generosity of a sort Black-striped frames are flickering, flickering. Moving as if alive, yet flat, and doomed to repeat. There are no responses to this message. Hello to all.