G.B. Lindsey

Look Up An Inch

Climbing out, it turns out, is much the same as falling in. The pit has insidious walls. They reverberate like plucked piano wires. Every minute is a sound, and every minute that hits them bounces back, resounds and resounds until that minute, that moment, that second becomes endless, infinite. Each echo darkens the dark, and each sickly, sickening thought that you beg not to think glares brighter and brighter until it rewrites itself against the flesh of your brain. Until it blinds utterly.

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A Modern Day Slave

A Modern Day Slave

by Edward Walter

A mature man cannot have too much remorse without seeing his life shortened in a manner that no longer enables him to observe his kind. A human being rests sociable, the sound of exchanges between others remains a necessity in spite of the pain that any implication engenders. Suffering, chains, and ‘protocols’ are experienced as a violent slap of the soul, bruising the spirit, an injury of the awakened conscience. Continue reading “A Modern Day Slave”

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