Mass

“To the extent that heaven above is isolation, it seems to be hell. To the extent that hell below is a crowd, it apparently is heaven. Maybe we are condemned to an endless nagging sense of discomfort balanced against comfort, satisfaction against the itch to escape.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“/1404er/ was born from video. His way into the threads. His eyes translating light from a stream. Before his eyes translated light from a stream he was only a person. Before the stream was a stream, it was a file. AVCHD, and prior to that just light reflected and refracted through systems of lenses. A copy of a living thing. Three living things and a fourth, all massed of matter and invisible crackle.”
― B.R. Yeager, Amygdalatropolis

“When I was little I didn’t know
I’d grow up.
Or I knew but didn’t feel it.

Time at that age doesn’t exist.
Each day it’s the same kitchen table
With the same backyard outside,
And sadness, when felt,
Is sadness, but you aren’t sad.”
― Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

“He was so scared of what she wanted to say to him - that she had discovered his true being: that all he hid had been uncovered. That his mother had somehow found a mouth into his world and learned what he was. Not a boy anymore, or even a person.”
― B.R. Yeager, Amygdalatropolis