Davey Dreamnation

okay so i was watching sunrise (the day heath ledger died
surrounded by pills they said first he’s dead & then the ads
& then in breaking news, this: so jo, what does this mean?
cut to wednesday’s expert from new ikea magazine (who
brings h. ledger back to life no suggestion of suicide & yet
troubled hollywood fame [...]

Zero smokes, and drinks soju while he waits. Rumbles of traffic and subway bass. Two empty bottles on the table now. He’s been pouring one glass for himself, then placing a second in a growing pod on the other side of the table. He’s one third of the way through a pack of Smokes. The [...]

Zero Moon sits near the food stall, a bottle of soju and two glasses set before him. Around him the city powers down, OT steam blasting from small vents and holes in its skin. The sub-audible hum, the capillaries of electricity, fading out. Information still shuttles around, via its own networks, deep in the air, [...]

The next morning you clear patched in over the PCB’s secure line, and I could sit with the headset cradled in my arm, watching the morning through Windows, podding your voice’s every urgent burst. Proposing an informational kind of messing with the static stations on OT. OT, old tech, off topic. Your missives, fired like [...]

When you called I could hear a bug in the line, and not much else. Awoken at 2am by my PCB’s random koan. Finding it facedown by the lamp. Flicking its switch, I imagined you in an airport hotel, staring out the window with the headset held in one hand, a mouse in the other. [...]