model for this little fiction: J.J. — photo by AleXander Hirka

Absence

A Heart Gone Yonder

I was frantic. I felt dizzy, disoriented. I stumbled around the living room trying to judge how concerned I should be with my state of mind and body.
I approached the turntable thinking I’d put on a record but my equilibrium was way off.
I’m not a hypochondriac — I don’t imagine illnesses. But I am an alarmist — and as soon as I have any symptoms I think the worst.
Was this some hybrid form of COVID that was…

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Writer, visual artist, philosopher, autodidact, curmudgeon. More than half of what i do is make believe. https://alexanderhirka.nyc

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Writer, visual artist, philosopher, autodidact, curmudgeon. More than half of what i do is make believe. https://alexanderhirka.nyc

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