The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I have dreamed of the ink, always the ink, a black and viscous tide that does not wash away but rather sinks into the pores of my skin, turning the flesh beneath my collar into parchment, a map of veins that are no longer rivers of blood but channels of suspended graphite, and in this dream which has become the only reality I can trust, I see him standing before the great iron gates of the...

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