I-95 Porthole Babylon

Benjamin Franklin's neck cricks upwards into a dress. There is a fog over Baltimore that they say hangs over the city in a perfect stillness. A doped up white boy in the Mid-Atlantic looking up into a skirt. It's a useless place. Once he realizes this, his soul floats painfully on sadness like a towel would float on the surface of a swimming pool.

A Hasidic man has drank Pine Sol. He’s still warm when the crowd gathers in the men's room. Four of us softly wedge our fingers underneath is body, lift him, and carry him away. The grace of our movement is too much to bear. We use the CCTV to determine which car he arrived in but we find no proof he ever even arrived at the rest stop.

She could only bear to make love if she was dressed like a cereal mascot. He had spent hours at the kitchen table next to her working on subtleties in the Dig’em Frog mask, addressing the challenges that come when rendering a 2D cartoon in 3D space. The curve of the hat. Figuring out how much of the space of what seemed like jowl was actually cheek and how much was intended to be perceived as depth.

There is a tunnel built which connects New London, CT and the Sumerian City of Ur. There is evidence to suggest that the ancient peoples of the Indian subcontinent had access to nuclear power. There is reason to believe that the Hagia Sofia is the true historic Temple of Solomon. There are mathematical proofs of the Qur'anic narrative. The Buddha appeared in dreams to leaders of the Lakota.