Declan SpadeAftermathI wake up and she’s gone. I meet Mr. Casalingua on my way out of the apartment block. He’s painting the corridor walls a bright shade of…Jul 2, 2017Jul 2, 2017
Declan SpadeInhalationDammit. Then I realise that Hideo’s still passed out in the corner. I had forgotten all about him.May 30, 2017May 30, 2017
Declan SpadeUPDATEThis just in: Computer catches virus, develops consciousness.May 28, 2017May 28, 2017
Declan SpadeHorreurFrom the basement I can hear Hideo waking up and screaming:May 24, 2017May 24, 2017
Declan SpadeVanillaThe olfactory bulb flickers — the chemical sex of the college heads bouncing from bar to bar. Garlic, mint, and saffron from terraces. Shit…May 22, 2017May 22, 2017
Declan SpadePenumbraSometime at the end of March I had this dream. One of those sun-kissed, watery-eyed dreams promised to many a punter by the pushers of the…May 20, 2017May 20, 2017
Declan SpadeScriptus DocuI had broken free. But there was no music. All the colours dreamed of in poetry turned into blocks of grey, Tears burning … See the city…May 18, 2017May 18, 2017
Declan SpadeUrbanThe city’s noisy with jazz. Makes you want to lose yourself in the flesh of the nearest warm body. Pulpy desire. Blood on the brain. Feels…May 17, 2017May 17, 2017
Declan SpadeEntropyCamera pans over a labyrinth — we interrupt this broadcast to bring you a Borges original. White space that’s not emptiness, not death…May 14, 2017May 14, 2017
Declan SpadeMessage of IntentionWe’re not trying to push some righteously riotous Tacocat philosophy or anything. We’re pro-thinking, that’s all. Just think. Think think…May 13, 2017May 13, 2017
