PHENOMENA

I remember playing and loving this during that SpringThing. I thought it might be of interest to share the poem that I had made with your game then. Your work is a beautiful space to tinker around in.

"I was praying.
I was alone with my hands in the dirt.
Only the flimsiest stars were visible.
These wide American fields.
The clothes of dead friends.
As if suspended by a string.
I stood in the rain alone.

If I had to name the poem, I might call it ‘Midnight Visitations.'"