Status Updates From Cegador

‘—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—’

‘She felt the dizzying spin in her liver—Colour had completely disappeared from the city. It felt like—a black & white film, wound on a well-used reel. The old celluloid, stored damp—the copy of a copy of a copy—full of spots & scratches, and when the film was projected they looked like long drops—streams of rain. The butterfly on her ring absorbed & glowed—delicate—orange and magenta—where shadow fought with light.’