The children look tiny, like ants in a sugar heap, from where I am standing. They appear to be faltering from what I imagine is the weight of their school bags. The children begin to walk away, behind trees and buildings.
The sky is darkening above them, and me. It might rain; a humid October shower that displeases more than it relieves.
I am still at work, inside a cold building where the coffee is foul. My fingers are icy and numb. It’s like being in a different country. My fingers are punching away at the keyboard, hoping to find some strange comfort from the warmth. The work keeps getting complicated and long winded.
It’s difficult to tell after a point what exactly it is that I am feeling. I have ruled out the obvious –hunger and sleep. The subtle ones aren’t quite sticking either, no stress or depression or disease.
It’s a negative feeling. Like how you feel when you look out of the window and the children have disappeared and the animals have slept and all you see is darkness; bottomless and thick.
The sky is darkening above them, and me. It might rain; a humid October shower that displeases more than it relieves.
I am still at work, inside a cold building where the coffee is foul. My fingers are icy and numb. It’s like being in a different country. My fingers are punching away at the keyboard, hoping to find some strange comfort from the warmth. The work keeps getting complicated and long winded.
It’s difficult to tell after a point what exactly it is that I am feeling. I have ruled out the obvious –hunger and sleep. The subtle ones aren’t quite sticking either, no stress or depression or disease.
It’s a negative feeling. Like how you feel when you look out of the window and the children have disappeared and the animals have slept and all you see is darkness; bottomless and thick.
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