The heat above the square vibrated like a transparent shiver, absorbing the reflections of the buildings and turning them into...

The city breathed the monotony of wet asphalt, and I, another erythrocyte moving through its blood vessels, was swimming in the usual ...

It was raining. No, this was not the calm, pattering rain from the old books. Here the sky vomited bile, ...

Part 1. Monday.

the alarm is not a sound, but a dry, needle-prick in the temple. The body itself...

I sit in a giant glass kidney that filters people at night. Through me, through a hole in the body, a stream...