What will this be? Who writes these? How often will there be posts? What will the topics be?
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All of these are good questions. There are no answers. The gunshow answers to no one. A place for ideas to be expressed, for thoughts to be workshopped, for art to be viewed.
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Enjoy.
Takeoff
Constricted to space smaller than an average human.
A stale scent is abundant. A mix of plastic and person being cycled over and over.
A morose crowd. Agitated in their cells. Uneasy with their accommodations for the upcoming hours.
A foot and a half of space between you and the wall in front of you.
The whirring of constant white noise of mechanical work. Infrequent dings break through the hum.
Landing
Beeeeee
Silence. Never.
To not know absolute quiet again.
eeeeee
Constant noise.
A broken drum.
eeeeee
Peace has been made.
Understanding that this is the new standard.
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The sound keeps coming.
No one else hears it.
eeeeee
It is inside me.
No remedy.
eeeeee
I have made peace with it.
It can’t harm me.
eeeeeep.
