Cleaner
by Siel Ju

Something about the noise makes me want to raze the place, build up a new world with steel lego blocks. Clean lego men who don't sweat. All polished efficiency. A quiet chrome aligned and arranged to fit. Manual labor like pushing paper, bricks in pristine rows, power tools with firearm silencers. Birds hop in and out of a shadow's precisely demarcated outline. The symphony of muted machines. Soundless joy.

Homage

A series of conversations about breaking stuff.

"I really don't want to talk about this."

"Fine. Okay," said Kate. This was just last night. Long silence for a phone conversation, maybe ten seconds, maybe even fifteen or twenty. Not twenty. But long. Maybe fifteen.

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