/002.NEUROPHAGE/
rust dust
neurophage.
Not loud, not visible, just steady. It might begin in a moment too small to hold onto: a slip, a hesitation, a pressure you learned to ignore. But left untouched, it spreads. Something shifts beneath — not enough to break, just enough to bend.
You think you’re still the same,
until one day,
what you’re made of doesn’t hold like it used to.
monooxide.01
And by the time it surfaces, the damage is already woven in.
timeworn