Cliffie

Male | 50s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 20

EXTRACT: No/ All the stuff that those that wandered around here like sheep believed defined me./ I never had anything to start with./ My life got cluttered. Real cluttered./ Then I made it empty again. That's as simple as it gets./ My life's not trinkets and fancy paintings and blue-tak on walls or pretty fridge magnets./ It's in here./ In my gut/ In my soul./ In my liver.

Cliffie

Male | 50s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 13

EXTRACT: What I was led to believe in never happened... family... or people at least. Yeah that's it. I been sittin' here the whole time dreaming it up .Lapping it up until I made it come true, 'til my' thoughts crowded this empty room so that it were full of dreams, so full that the room couldn't take it any more and they all busted out through the pores in the walls and they tumbled and tickled the street outside. And when I do open my eyes you will be gone. Because you are imagination. That's what I've been told.