Austin Gross

After diagnosis, the fact was that Austin Gross lived in his home country. He sat on the porch squinting like a potato and it was a comforting thing to imagine: rock-climbing with a blindfold. 'Can swim, eyes open,' he jotted and covered his eyes again. Sun, centrifuge, prognosis, bird-listening. The collision shaped genres like tectonic ripples. Windows open, a story while forgetting. 'I am a memory eater.' Aras was furloughed from prison that summer. Five years before, she'd missed their movie plan, and the fact was that since then, she lived in her home country. Furlough, Aras wrote, was 'no-time.' They investigated the situation together.