“A pungent mushroom scent floats into the hotel room. Staring at the ceiling, I think I hear the nauseating murmur of mastication, that of insects or all-consuming molds. I imagine this decomposition process, time’s ongoing effect on the asperities of events. To check, my eyes drift along the wall: the tilted frame, the chair seen at an angle, and on...
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