- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
You imagine that you sleep in innocence, but everything points to you, even the edges
of incoming waves. Your blanket holds you in its pucker like a burn, the cigarette lifted
away. Beachgoers, too, give you a wide berth as if they sensed the hovering drone.
Only you are dead to the world. Only you have let this and other things happen.