Volume 23, Number 2

A Day in the Modern Age

Thinned down to the point of soul and sew: pin-point, I’m right there with the countable bunch: each bunch means 01 haystack. Technically lost, stuck et cetera with a whole list of things to do until we’re done ourselves. I mishear things that gain axis to my mind. Neat commercials of products of my dreams stir up neat dreams of commercials of products. Done at long last I lie down on cushioned empty hands, a rest and arrest together: a comfortable prison.

—André Braga Cabral