Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Atomic Flesh Cafe - Silvia Moreno-Garcia

"Dear Dr. Heart, I had the dream again, the one where I’m at the cafe and the dancers are eating their own flesh. I have written three letters in as many weeks. Forgive me if I keep bothering you, but you said to write if I had the dream and I did. Oh, the dream. I am walking down the street and I see a neon sign blinking yellow, yellow, yellow. It says ‘Atomic Flesh Cafe.’ I walk in and sit at the back of the club. There is a man there, near the back. I feel watching me but I do not look at him. I light a cigarette. That is when the music begins, people start dancing and rip their flesh off." 3.5 out of 5