Blinded

The lurch from crawl to sprint made everyone adjust their footing. As we round a bend in the underground tunnel a blinding light flickers wildly. Temporarily, relieving the grimy semi-darkness. Momentarily, spotlighting a crime against humanity. Before my mind can fully comprehend the broken image a glittery add fills my window. The new image is blurry, but the message is clear. In a consumer nation all things are consumed. I exit the car and am immediately swept up in the tide of commuters. All I hear is “Next stop…” before the subway barrels away. All I know is that somewhere a timer is counting down.

Sleep talk

He dreamed loudly, alternating between a deep stillness and shouted gibberish. It gave the impression that he was having an energetic conversation complete with gestures and nods of his head. However, to whom he was speaking remained a mystery.