Breath in / Breath out

by Wes Thorne

Breathing in plastic and all of its various mutations is not a fun experience. It threatens to tear apart every one of my biological components which are already being destroyed by the natural passing of time. I press on. The official estimation was that I would only last fifty minutes, yet I have been out here for three months. I am not sure which will go first, will it be my mind or my body? An unformable desire compels me to put one foot in front of the other.


Wes Thorne does not live in a dystopian wasteland.