The grass is perfect. For about three minutes. Then the first delivery truck sinks slightly into the lawn, leaves a shallow rut, and you can almost hear the groundskeeper inhale…
The paper crackles like dry leaves when you lift it. Ink has sunk into rough fibers; the photos have turned the color of weak tea. Margins are frayed where someone…
The curtain rises on a cracked phone screen. Blue light. Half-read notifications. A girl in a vintage blazer opens a door, and the sound hits her first: a wall of…
The first thing you feel is the weight of the room. Empty stage. Bare floor. Fluorescent work lights humming above, washing everything in a flat, unforgiving white. No costume, no…