Jim Lakey

Jim Lakey

A city-image hovers on the brink of a river, a face peering at its own reflection: a fractured body; limbs of concrete and feather. Electric-arachnid eyes record all and paranoia traces accumulate. The city explodes and reforms 25 times per second, entropy eroding the frame rate in slow motion. The two sections of the title,

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