If her body is marble what is her heart? A sparkling perfect surface, inside, raw stone. On her face, the smile of a cold blood in the midday sun. Though you snap off daisy heads and shatter grass blades to the ground, she doesn’t feel…

It’s 10:34 pm and I am sitting on my wooden dorm-room chair. Usually, I can’t stand sitting on this box-like chair for more than five minutes, but at this moment things are different. Time, space, and mass cease to exist while I follow Ono’s instructions:…