You ride up the escalator to the fourth floor. There’s a Dang Ropes photoshoot going on. You ride up the escalator to the fourth floor. There’s a Darnit Grandpa photoshoot going on.
You ride up the escalator to the fourth floor. There’s a Dangit Ron Paul photoshoot going on.
That ice cold water. It’s only one dollar. You rifle in your pockets for a single but all you can find is pamphlets for other cons. There are so many pamphlets.
The hallway behind registration is cold. It’s so cold. The frozen bodies of cosplayers litter the floor.
People are sleeping in the Starbucks line. How long have they been there? How long will they be there?
The dealer’s room is so big. You wander through the aisles hoping to see a landmark. You smell chicken tenders but you can’t find a stall. The eyes of the body pillows follow you.
Do you know that character, or have you just seen them on Tumblr? Have you seen them in your dreams? Do they haunt your nightmares?
That costume is so huge. How did it fit in the building? The cosplayer inside stares out. His eyes are fearful.
The artist’s alley is in a pocket dimension. You can get there by those stairs. No, those stairs. No, the other stairs.
You have to exit the building. They won’t let you leave through those doors. They won’t let you leave through any doors.
Thursday evening you try to connect to a network called BCC FREE WIFI. The tiny circle on your phone spins and spins but you never get a signal. You’ve been home for weeks and you still can’t get a connection.