aSoSS 34 | Absurdity

He didn’t go to jail, they put him in a cage. Solitary confinement, for two years!

Mujo Café Duderstadt, 10:00AM, 11/20/2024

you come out a shell, you understand that? i didn’t believe it, i grew up alone and confident, but it was a confidence bred to impress others. you spend your whole life stealing from the spotlight, taking attention by force, and it gets you in trouble, you know… you’re running from the law, from the past, and you’re running from yourself–that’s the worst part. they don’t care about your body, they care about your mind. the most important weapon. they take it, and they turn it on itself. a captain that sinks with the ship, a noble death at your hands. and you only have yourself to blame.

That’s one of my theories, that King Tut’s tomb was an elaborate theory. Cuz it makes perfect sense! It was discovered in the age of circuses and freak shows and fake artifacts—oh, this is the one perfectly preserved tomb?

Digger’s, 3:30PM, 11/29/2024

but curiosity got the better of you, didn’t it? you bring it up quickly, too casually, in a way that implies you’ve been thinking about it all day. it’s never left your mind, i know it and you know i know it. why dance around the campfire after it has burned to ash? a stutter-step, a dewdrop on a leaf, a bomb disguised as a blessing. my tongue hovers on the edge of detonation–so this is how rooftops become tombstones–as the granite slides open. the hieroglyphs twitch, awakened from slumber.

It’s my lucky Hot Wheels car, see… I can fidget, play with the wheels when I get stressed.

Angell Hall, 6:00PM, 12/3/2024

ready. where there are no riddles i am met with rhymes: a fifty-meter sprint, a poetic dash, an impossible distance to cross. set. the eye of the needle shimmers: a twinkle, a rumor, a tumor lying in wait. what’s the magic word? the engine squeals and the rubber drags its nails across the asphalt and the wall becomes ceiling. is it true that people don’t remember words, they remember feelings? a face, a mouth, a scream, the word go. a single moment crystallized, heat-shocked and left to rot. a neural pathway, brittle and dehydrated, ready to snap at the thought of you.