The seams that hold a person together aren’t very strong, y’know. Specifically, they’re quite liable to any type of pulling or stretching and even the slightest tug in the wrong way will send your buttons tumbling across the floor. It seems pretty satisfying to be a button that spontaneously bursts from its threaded prison towards…

Some nights it feels like I’m lazing away on railway tracks, idly dragging the soles of my shoes along the gravel and over the wood and the spikes. Sometimes the track isn’t there and it’s just fields of soft grass and I’m walking and walking and the scenery isn’t changing very much, just more of…