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WELCOME

THERE WERE DAYS WHEN I WAS BARELY AWAKE.

NIGHTS THE DRUMMING ON MY RIBS KEPT ME FROM SLEEP.

IT IS IN THE SPACE OF DREAMING THEY VISIT. THOSE THAT DIDN’T STAY; BECAUSE MY EDGES WERE TOO SHARP OR BECAUSE DEATH IS GREEDY. VERSIONS OF MYSELF, TWIN IN ONLY BODY. A BOY WITH CARELESS HANDS. SHAPE SHIFTERS HAUNTING THE DARK SPACE OF

UNCONSCIOUSNESS, THINGS WE PUSH ASIDE OR DECLARE BURIED THAT WE ARE ONLY ABLE TO CONFRONT WHEN OUR EYES ARE CLOSED. CONVERSATIONS WE WISH WE COULD DO OVER, ONES REPLAYED ON TAPE LOOP, ONES THAT NEVER HAPPENED AT ALL. WORDS WE CAN ONLY SAY ASLEEP.

THE SLEEP TALK.