“We feast on time as time feasts on us.” ~ ~ Maria Popova
Hypervigilance of mistrust anchored, Rusted. Complex injuries concealed deep. Aloof of bonds from the human canker Malignant cysts rooted as toxins seep. Genocidal impulses cycle through Treading on the dead unmarked; gardens grow. Nihilistic hate; destruction accrues Death an unfathomable ratio. Yet, a groundswell of acceptance and care Extended familial connections Accessibility in reach, to share Secure desires without objections. O', Z, climb your generational train O', Z, relinquish your thoughts to abstain
Z has flatlined.
A single cell was/is/will define Z’s existence.
This contemplation will cause Z harm.
4.3 days since the dB paroxysm.
Dr. Valentina Marin finishes her third double-espresso. Val notices that she is counting the number of cups of coffee she’s swilled. Stop. Focus. Waste of time. These thoughts waft gently into her mindset, then throw a barrier up in finding a reason, the “why?”
Karen, Dr. Capri, demanded a lot since the incident. Val held her tongue during those “meetings.” She had no fear for holding her position. It just wasn’t time to bring her down. Yet.
Val checks the calibrations of the new console. Again. She’s satisfied with the results. But, she was satisfied when Z entered the pod, sealing it against the world. She noticed a sigh settling around her. It took her half a moment for her to tune into herself as the silent H slipped away.
Pushing away from the console, Val stood, contorted her neck and shoulders, and began to leave for another espresso.
Into darkness, Val came.
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