Tension stitched into the walls of a guest room. The bed turned into a performance stage, with aging actors and a coffee-stained script. Source-material-fatigue and hoarse voices from a thousand readings. A nightstand littered with unused latex props. The writing is on the wall, but the words signify differently depending on the eyes. Perfumed candles as the background static. Ripping feelings out through the guts from an undersensitive husk. The aftermath of a quiet mind carved from jade.

11:16 a.m. - 2018-12-04