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The Composer
She must have done this a thousand times, but she still worries that one day she’ll turn up and be unable to read what’s in front of her…

Suspirium Viridae
That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean…

Not Every Train
I hear trains even when I know there can’t be any, unknown ghosts on lines that do not exist. Imagined heartbeats in the cadaver metropolis growing around me…