A crowd of figures is a figure in motion. A little beast child eats oranges in the middle of the road. No ghosts to astonish us. I secure my mask before assisting others. I touch my eyes so as to remember. I cross out the oceans. A shark among sharks. Nobody is by herself. A city tall enough to mute the sun.

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This issue features 10 pages.


from The Invention of Monsters / A Performance in One Act