Several People Are Typing

by Calvin Kasulke

It’s not just the light quotidian beauty like that defies comprehension it frustrates the eye. Majesty that predictable is impossible to grasp, I think so it’s impossible to focus your vision on it for too long. It’s why when you go to the Grand Canyon you wind up spending more time ogling the alien foliage and monitoring the aggressively panhandling squirrels than actually admiring the canyon because at a certain point it’s too difficult to look at. or to think about

the comments, a dirge scrawled across the bathroom stall of human consciousness right there for me to gaze upon until I just can’t anymore, I just can’t it’s too much it hurts or worse it doesn’t hurt but it should, somehow, I mean that kind of pain should hurt a person, it should cause physical pain in their body so I flinch at where the pain isn’t

we love to say the digital is fleeting like a sunset but these scraps of ourselves we fling into the ether will outlive most of us, like the sun

pradeep did I do the thing where I made it worse sorry. gerald you didn’t make it worse. you reminded me it’s worse than I remembered it was. there’s a difference

pradeep it smelled like someone wrapped one of those fruit-flavored condoms around a cigar and tried to smoke it