After reading “Mud” by Geoffrey Forsyth, I attempted to create an imitation. I can’t say how close or far I am walking these lines of conceptual writing, but I like this because it’s different from anything I’ve written.
To be condemned isn’t always the worst ending. I say this because I know nothing comes close to taking a judgement upon oneself, wanting to draw your own hands to your neck and choke the life out of you because the body, as we know it, can be its own weapon. Its own enemy. TheContinue reading “Acceleration – A Short Story”