Rhinoceros in crystal
-In the dark as eyelids flicker, there’s a scent in the air. This scent is quite familiar, but it feels like a stranger. Disconcerting, it is, this scent. It is the scent of peace, and how troubling it is to contemplate here. There is no peace in the rage of the rhinoceros, there is no peace but only pieces as it unleashes itself in the city of crystal. And this, this is precisely what jitters; what breaks the steady resistance to loss of control; nerves and hands alike lose the accumulated strength and start tapping, even as the scent of […]