Xander Mason


The weight of a situation is not lost on me. Often, it’s firmly pressing down on me, forcing me to meld with the sidewalk and become one.

I joke because every fleeting second destroys me if I can’t make the situation smaller than I feel I am. It takes enough energy to power a small nuclear plant. As well as destructive enough to be toxic waste.

My feet have dried in the concrete, and there’s water pooling up over me.

I’ve become a magician. An escaping act! The most magical part is, the escape will be magic to ME if it happens!

Sweet dreams from my constant stream of nightmares.