Tag Archives: memory

Ghostbusters

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories engage cosplay in the dark, in darkened rooms. Who are all these strangers? Where did they come from? Why do they feel so familiar? The guests are all ghosts, cosplay specters, and they mingled with you in such an … Continue reading →

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Angels Rated R

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories keep us in a state of cinematic dismemberment. Spliced ribbons of footage on the cutting room floor. Identity sliced and diced and chopped. Fractures and fragments become us in motivating assembly. We are always puzzling together aspects of self … Continue reading →

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What Should I Wear Tonight?

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as a course charted, as grooves engraved into void through perennial retreading. Have I been here before can be replaced by have I been here again? It is part of the unflagging tease and conundrum of endless. Ask yourself—have … Continue reading →

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Variations on a Theme

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as cosplay in a dark room. Others cosplay with you, perpetuating a game and masquerade, rituals membered, by which we find ourselves assuming patterns and assimilating forms. Alone, again alone, and at once alone, where others, and their penchant … Continue reading →

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Dreamer’s Cheat Code

Posted on October 7, 2026 by John Biscello

A. I sit down at my desk and wonder about placeless places, non-specific locations, the Dreamer dreaming me … it is a way to pass the time. If time were passing, could be passed, over or under, this would be … Continue reading →

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Turning of the Screw

Posted on September 28, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, screws to a tease.

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Cosplay in the Dark

Posted on September 24, 2026 by John Biscello
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Reverb

Posted on September 18, 2026 by John Biscello

My mother’s face was reflected in the blade of the knife, its penance and scythe, held to her throat like a vicious question. This is the beginning of fiction. Of me splitting from me and birthing other in the creation … Continue reading →

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Burlesque

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one ever grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, effects to the cause of a rebellious tease to be stripped.

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Cos and Effect

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances closer, and through which rare intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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