I am Ashby, holding space in this land of Fiction.
We have hardly even started. Hawaii has slipped from the horizon.
I am lee, cuffs around my wrists, cheap cigarette between my lips.
“When we gonna switch these paper cups out for something a little more ceramic?”
I am the MultiForm, testing the bounds of what is possible, slick wet dancing upon the razor’s edge.
I am the unreliable narrator, and this is all my design.