during these harrowing…

Annus Mirabilis

There are blocks everyday, people die everyday, there’s gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting in in a eddy of wind that is warm and irrationally blowing from the right. There are ochres and yellows on the walls and an overall orange mood to the large room. You are seated at a long white rectangular table light filters from a window to the right, unseen. And someone else repeating: “people die everyday, die everyday.” There is something important here, but you can’t decipher it, not yet, but you feel you will. It’s comfortably warm here and a woman is moving about beyond your sight line with pleasant food on a white tray; you sense it but you can’t see her. This is an inviting place, you feel comfortable here, but you can’t reconcile why it’s a bummer and why someone continues to repeat: people die everyday, die everyday…

“You have to finish things — that’s what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.”

— Neil Gaiman

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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