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.

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