No Time for That

by Steve Mitchell

I dreamed, last night, garbled dreams, fast 3D jitter, chaotic flash, and someone (there’s always someone) held a techno nonsense device, intermittent, slippery, just one big button, and with his finger, almost casual, he pushed the button, all the buttons, and somehow (it’s always somehow)

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me.