The Thorns of My Flesh
by Alistair Ainscott
A charred manuscript, found in the collapsed ruin of the 519 Westlake Condominium Superplex. An urban infestation of the pallid cat-briar. Effigies of white vines, congregations of transients and deranged visionaries. What epidemic sweeps the city, what madness ferments in its abandoned buildings, and what, pray tell, is the abscess that festers beneath my skin?