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URNS CHAPTER 1 VEGA before the void emptiness and dross lined the river’s edge you were reading freud hardly there what i avoid gathers in like faces in family portraits i’d not seen myself before forged stars unseen in a sequence of blighted leaves David woke up coughing, but continued lying in bed, listening to the cicadas. He’d just moved in with his older sister from his aunt’s project apartment, along with his mom. He stood and turned off the whirring, stationary fa

the program is both a moonshot designed to allow some "lucky" random reader to experience something weird/unsettling and a metaphor for my own missed connections.