Not Twittering, But Drowning

What is Twitter for? I don’t know, but nevertheless, as Jane Greer says in OUT OF THE PAST, “I sometimes go there.”

Spencer T. Campbell (pictured) seems to have a better idea than most — his Twitter-fictions, narratives, sagas, lifetimes and psychoses condensed into 140-character-maximum “tweats”, conjure universes of alienation, confabulation and the awry.

“I caught my wife in bed with the neighbor. So I broke into his house and threw all his food onto the lawn. The point was to escape cliche.”

or –

“I feel stupid saying this, but what really terrifies me here is the age of the homes. How can anything stay in one place for so long?”

or even –

“When films end, I stay in the theater as long as I can. The slow leak of the audience, the forgotten light, all pain me past interpretation.”

Follow him, you twitterers!

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