projector raze the power cut out. only for as long as it took to swallow. but it was enough to short-circuit time, making it midnight in the middle of the day. i watched red numbers blink and drift farther from home for almost four hours before setting things right. fifty-six minutes north of nowhere. that's where i live now. there's a black button on this bedside clock that turns my bedroom ceiling into a film projector screen. it broadens those deliberately inexact digits. lets them float where i don't have to squint so hard to see them when my eyes are as tired and naked as the rest of me. i tried it once. i lasted all of sixty seconds before reaching for the kill switch. i think about time enough already. i don't need to see it dance above my head to feel it falling through the hollows of my hands. 230820 what's it to you? who go blather from