Mar 22
Birds.
I’m on the phone. Overlapping voices through tinny microphones and electric blips. Coworkers in cubicles in monotone phone conversations. Newsfeeds and fluorescent light, passing blurs of pastel rectangles and superficial techno-atmospheres.
Birds. A flutter of wings. Crescendoing to the impact and the shock of…
Silence.
Just the air, softly rushing by.
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