Wes Lee



Freight

i. A man nodding on the bus, tired from keeping everyone else alive. Trundled five nights home. ii. Balloon men spiking like lunatics in the forecourts. Rain spatter on the windshield. At 20 km/h, these are the places for visitations. …

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Revenant

AI starts up a literary magazine: only accepts submissions from AI. Occasionally, God sneaks in to one of the poems To read anything on the net, you have to accept a cookie. The government calculates the estimated time to heads-on-sticks …

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Everyone I Know

The first night I moved in my flatmate appeared in the hall covered in blood of his own making. He had scored his forehead with a butter knife which he was still holding. I locked myself in and watched his …

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