Volume 18 Fall

Volume 18 Fall

Elle comes home on Tuesday to discover Melancholy has taken shape and is oozing hazy darkness all over her velveteen armchair.

Purple stains mar the fabric and drip down the arms, spreading across the hardwood floor. It has chosen crooning country music as a soundtrack, the used vinyl popping loud through the speakers of her turntable, a forty bottle of cheap beer propped on what must be, she supposes, its lap. The apartment is cold - windows that were once cracked are now shut tight against summer breezes and sunshine, and the air smells thick and wet like earthworms after rain....