you enter a featureless room with smooth grey walls. there is nothing inside but a sheet of paper and a thin layer of dust. from nowhere, a cold wind blows. the paper flutters towards you. you pick it up and read:
prose
2052
a hand, an eye, a tooth
a loaf story
a name on the tip of my tongue
ahntem
annotations on masuchezanininin’s structuring infinity
battlefields
communion
eggshells
family co. replacement parent user guide
for the glory
found pinned to the door of waldo crane's apartment
found across the sea
the hero interviews part one: the ultimate
icarus
an incident in the final battle of the dead kingdom's war
interview with jonathan burnsbury
invocation of kahek
mahabodhi
master and slave
meathook
stories about power
the moon is out; the stars invite
the pitch
the storm is passed
the scavenger's tale part one
those places where maps cannot touch
topinambour
victoria
wanderers
what the river seesverse
rewrites
