Mission Statements

Working with the clones. On random identities. The astronaut between her legs suffocating. Too close to the sun.

Tripping on the steps. Numbers. Like atom bombs. Taking us back to zero again. I'm not real. I'm just the ghost of a girl. Who once visited your island. And now cannot find a way to leave.

Fussing with the levers. The buttons. The throttle stuck in first gear. The hours explore. Feeble strangers. Across dimensions. The dream is had. I want to wake up, but I can't.

It's yesterday she yells. Wake up. Do it over before the math remembers. I'm only a fraction. Pull up. Hard. Brace yourself. The dead have not landing gear.