I arrived at the house hours before the sun was up and fell asleep in the tall grass of my childhood—someone was whispering to me in monotone éclat, éclat, éclat. Dieu est éclat, but I was not afraid. I have never been afraid. I have never been afraid, but the voice wouldn't leave me alone and it said further, All the fruit in the orchid is poisoned, and all the flowers are yellow. How did that happen? I answered out loud. I also asked the voice why all my dreams were of blood and crabs and it responded, Because you were born with a divine disease. I wanted to get up but couldn't, nothing held me down but my own weight.

When I awoke, the sun was just coming up and the grass had withered all around me and I knew I was in Hell because I was surrounded by tall clocks.

Volume 2, Issue 1, 2007