Status Updates From Blinding

‘—smoking smelly Mărăşeşti cigarettes—like it wasn’t his, and it wasn’t, actually—arose within his tangled viscera, like puffs of steam over a coffee cup, to regard the world once more—High on the sweet amphetamine of springtime—The entire world was a mesh of gears, where the rotation of the most minuscule grains of sand at one end of the ocean produced, at the other, a devastating earthquake—everything's connected—’

‘The filaments of the jellyfish that had invaded his body were gone, leaving almost unnoticeable lines on his skin, like flowers—The grotesque croaking—frogs—opening a fluorescent cacophony onto the folded vault of night. On leaves of wild irises, rushes, & carnivorous plants, gigantic firefly larvae flashed—Under the yellow light, billions of pools burned as furiously as gasoline. Transparent swamp lilies opened—’