Sun showers. Dripping and heaps shiny. Everything so blinding because it’s wet as and reflecting the sun which is a big ball that’s on fire a really long way away from us.
We are an ideal distance from a large ball thats on fire.
In a spot where our front isn’t being burnt but is hot enough that it offsets the temperature of our back, which faces out into the cold dark.
If you looked at someone’s bare arm from the side while they were facing a large fire you could tell the difference between their front and back because there would be a type of shadow like the one on the moon when its half-full.
I would like to stand on the half-full moon halfway-in and halfway-out of the shadow. Like standing on a cosmic state-line.
Actual state-lines are underwhelming. Mostly just something about fruit flies. Continue reading
Part I: I Wish You Would Call Me
I am feverish in my apartment. Getting myself off with one hand and holding a cup of Fantastic noodles in the other. I’m not sure what “Oriental” is supposed to taste like but it is not the taste you want in your mouth when you finally squirt during the opening sequence of Today Tonight. Continue reading
Over the course of the Emerging Writers’ Festival, Scum is very excited to be presenting a new project: 2am.
Each night of the festival at 2am we’ll be posting a piece by a different writer either written or set at 2am. Writing is often associated geographically, historically, or thematically, but we are really interested in presenting a series of works held together temporally.
From the 28th of May to the 7th of June, there’ll be pieces about the moon, about loss, about fires under beds, confessionals, and the way we spend those early hours both online and IRL. We’re wide-eyed, restless, and can’t wait to share them all with you.