Liquid Card

It’s been what seems like a lifetime. Somewhere between a daydream and death—reality warps. You wonder what it might feel like. But all you can feel is your skin continually cracking and tightening and squeezing around your malnourished mind. And as if blisters weren't enough...the now dried blood has hardened what’s left of the rags you called socks. They dig deeper into all that remains of your heels. Yet you find it oddly satisfying. Steps become stomps. Sand funnels into your boots adding to the pleasure. One after the other—each stomp harder than the next—wandering and wondering. A sicking laugh rises from an unknown source. It turns to hysteria; relentless and reckless you almost don't...View all