Glory Worlds 7-8

Serialized story-texts from a future Shambhavi

Seven

The Process showed up after we returned. They want to know how the “text” is progressing.

I tried to tell them that it’s about texture. Texxture. The texture of words. The texture of worlds. The texture of lives. Our together texture. This is where the glory lives.

Like Ming-ha with the tea tray, I was trying to distract them with fanciness.

They weren’t having it.

The one called Seven is especially committed to the script.

They had chosen a terribly silly uniform. The fabric was shiny—uneasily smooth with garish color blocks.

“We need eleven percent of humans and twenty-nine percent of other animals to not experience paralyzing depression," they announced.