An Appeal to the Simulation

“There is no aphrodisiac like innocence”― Jean Baudrillard Two 20 (dollar) bills  Were set parallel  On Tay’s dresser.  “I can’t tell.” He said, grabbing and  Escorting a buck to his desk lamp. He held it before a light-beam.  The money functioned like a lens cover,  Casting a mossy green spot-light Across the room, ending inside aContinue reading “An Appeal to the Simulation”