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Lines Written in the Anthropocene Aaron Anstett Enduring experience intermittently, suddenly we’re inside distant planet, navigating the heart of a star. While little occurs, a narrative develops. The construction of self looms up despite the post-human. We’re inside distant planet, navigating the heart of a star, using fingerprints for sextants and eyelids’ insides for maps. The construction of self looms up despite the post-human enigma of controlling machinery and being controlled. Using fingerprints for sextants and eyelids’ insides for maps, already time dissolves our problems to granules. Enigma of controlling machinery and being controlled, names of asylums and prisons evolve to synonyms. Already time dissolves our problems to granules. I would to take a stranger’s face between my palms and apologize. Names of asylums and prisons evolve to synonyms. I would like to take a stranger’s face with me everywhere I go. 37
Quiet Justin Christensen The apartment complex is seventy-three years old. It has 116 units. The outside walls are caked with peeling yellow paint and the dark shingled roof sits quietly above it like a doctor over a sleeping patient. The complex has small yards on three sides, and the fourth side is a parking lot with faded lines that the residents generally ignore anyway. The walls are lined with dwarf junipers, and at night crickets will sing upwards to the sound-sleeping or restless residents. The apartment complex has four floors. In one of the apartments on the top floor, unit 109, resides an eighty-four-year-old lady who is at the moment lying on her black and white tiled kitchen floor, dead. She has flat, white, shoulder-length hair that is partly covering her face and partly fanned out on the tile. The old lady is wearing a gray lace sleeping gown that has tears up and down the left seam. She has on yellow slippers with smiling ducks on the toes. The kitchen window is open. The window has no screen and the wind comes through and ruffles her dressing gown. Blue veins can be seen on her bare, pale-white legs. Her face seems peaceful, with closed eyes and red lipstick on a mouth folded into a half smile. Miles away, the sky is turning dark and clouds are gathering together. There is a rumble in the sky that is barely audible in unit 109. One of the old lady’s arms is pinned underneath her chest, but the other arm is stretching outwards, underneath her head, towards the tan kitchen wall with the corded telephone hanging on it. This hand is clutching a note written on a torn out sheet of notebook paper. The note says: Dear person whose name I’ve forgotten, I know I cared for you once. I think you cared for me too. Maybe you still do. I can’t remember your name or your face, but I remember your hands. I see them, small and hopeful, grasping blue and red wrapping paper from a rectangular box underneath a large, decorated green tree. I wish you’d come visit me more because I think I need The note ends there. There is a high-pitched tweet coming from the window now. A tiny yellow and black sparrow perches on the windowsill, chirping aggressively. The bird’s eyes see the old lady lying on the floor. The sparrow also sees a center island in the kitchen with an open loaf of wheat bread. The sparrow’s eyes see that on a paper towel is a sandwich, uncut but with one bite taken from the corner. The sandwich isn’t cut into triangles or squares, and the crust isn’t ripped off, the bird notices, thinking of the sandwiches it has seen people eat in New Millennial Park, northeast of the apartment complex. The bird tweets again and hops into the kitchen, landing on the island near the sandwich. It nips at the sandwich with its two-centimeter-long periwinkle brown beak. The bird is happy. 38 <strong>THAT</strong>
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