NADA New York 2024

Haunted by the glowing red eyes of a sadistic carnelian demon, slowly moving like iron oxide gas passing through a chamber of limestone, I wait for my fire hose to arrive. The fire burns in the distance like rust forming at the end of a shower nozzle that hasn’t been cleaned in years. I cannot seem to see the fire anymore, but the demon marches towards me drawn to the orange of my fire suit like a moth drawn to a halogen lamp in an empty Walmart parking lot.