Andrew Foradas

Consumption

If I don't think about it, it can't affect me, right? This isn't my house, this isn't my room. I don't know how I wound up here. There's heat in my chest and my head. I feel like I might hurl. The world around me is completely silent, but the silence is deafening. It's still there, across the room. I know if I look at its face, I'll forget again.