When I say “hyper(text)fiction thoughts, links, and bits” what I mean by the last of these words is that I hope to post some pieces of fictions here, while I’m working/thinking through them. That’s to say, I don’t want this space to just be for the nonfiction part of my hyperfiction thinking.

At Attica the uniforms were orange. Long sniper rifles on the rooftops overlooking D-yard. Oiled assault rifles in the tunnels under Times Square, where the prison’s quandrants came together. Dangling snout nosed gas masks.

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