report 000002: in the darkened house

no. 1 (sits on the floor, back to the door, quietly): if you didn't mind i'll just be here. it's no real thing but very quiet & i listen for it with temerity. see me. i'll raise you a shortcut. you see, it's a matter of matter & especially one of empty spaces. this field is wide of my eyes now, but distance still smacks of divorce. (shuffles a deck of cards) unreason runs along here, but the creek is nice at night & in evenings occasionally i roll cigarettes in the dusk & wait. (selects one) o, the tower. an ominous message but a lovely illustration nonetheless. lesson one, i've learned: syntax presages a slight shift in the wind. you can't seem to hear after a certain point; i disappear for you. hell, i've bruised from not seeing myself away. there's a match. (listens) certainly i can't. i have a fear of that. (shuffles)