"Living in a mattress is not so bad. I am a dream weaver, a puppeteer of dormant thoughts. No, that’s no good. Let me instead describe to you the room..." New fiction by Mackenzie Singh.
"You wrap the bone and the feathers into a napkin, which you place in your shirt pocket. Inside your pocket, the bit of down from your office slips quietly into the napkin's folds and joins its fellows..."
"In the laogai, far far away from wherever Baba and Maa must be right now, she plays Nationalist and Communist with the other prisoner children after school, waving their red bandanas like battle standards..."
"After considering the condensation pattern on her ice tea glass, the crescent of the tides, the solar flares, and eliminating a false correlation to a sudden surge in the coyote population in town, Vidi had pinpointed the root cause..."
"he had begun to implement his plans of a geometric layout for his bedroom that would allow for him, no matter what his orientation on his bed, to reach out and grab, with either hand and without due straining, a jar of peanut butter..."
"We exist in flux: we are sometimes one; we are sometimes two. We are always one; we are always two. It’s either very Zen or a dissociative identity disorder. We are not sure. Either/or..."