Collaboration with Jason Bradford
From the Inhabitants 1, by Jason Bradford
Beneath a gray mosaic of branches, the sky is a windshield shot by a BB. The cool air on my cheeks is a reminder that I have no fur. Light pushes through thin areas of cloud, and I am alarmed. Why did I come outside? The universe is melting. The universe is trying to break in, and I don’t know how to push against the rain.