Assimilation (7)

Declan McCullagh

He now remembers the path forgotten all his life: it leads to a ruined door through which everything vanishes, even the key that opens it.

Assimilation (6)

sirocco

Human emotion reduced him; every passion wore off a layer of skin, every rage took a subsection of organ. Eroded, he walked through walls.

Assimilation (5)

bincabonca

Part of him was lost,two fingers from the right hand. His music suffered. When he played the piano, there was a shadow in the treble, a deadness.

Assimilation (4)

Chiharu Shiota

The walls of the house have thickened, the rooms grown smaller; the foyer is just the size of a mailbox, and he gropes there for his bills.

Assimilation (3)

Javier Marin

What he touched penetrated skin and clung, but he did not want to release the pen, sofa, wallet: they defined him as the boundaries faded.

Assimilation (2)

Jake Longstreth

Lovers had become landscape--the woman he knew that ancient summer was lost in a hedgerow, flowering, leaving, framing what could be seen.

Assimilation (1)

bas princen, photography

Even his fingerprints vanished. His skin smoothed like river stone; his grip on the world diminished. He was sliding someplace frictionless.