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collideStagnant air weaves between your fingers; gets caught in your hair. It dreads the same event you do, except youve decided to stop running. Ahead are alien buildings ravaged by time, for time has learned to be cruel. The sky can feel the implosion of your insides, the chemical reaction at the edge of your throat. So, it sends you fuel: it becomes reckless and grey, forcing enough water to the earth to contradict the season.
hero3010. The skys complexion is blanched. The air is aged; the scent of death wrinkles it. But there is hope. A tired but persistent sun rises routinely, and the sky is beginning to tint, as if it were blushing. Anti-Renaissance lingers. Buildings of every kind sport graffiti. The streets are grey and littered with the treasures of another time: clothing scraps, frail friendship bracelets, photographs of smiling people. They smile, the people in the pictures, but it is an empty promise. They smile, and it is all the proof we need of how blind they werehow their silly faith in the heart of men prevented them from seeing an obvious omen. It is in the nature of men to abuse power. Those people in the pictures shouldve known a war was imminent.3010. Though we are rebuilding our homes, we are collapsing our beliefs. Innova
lettersDear Rachel Michelle Miller,If you are reading this letter and cannot remember who sent it, then you should continue reading. The amnesia you are now suffering is due to the surgery done in your brain. This surgery was executed to remove a tumor growing at the edge of your temporal lobe. The temporal lobe being the part of the brain that deals with memory, you may wake from surgery without any recollection of who you are. Hence, I am writing you this letter.You are forty-three years old and the CEO of a global pharmaceutical company. You graduated with a perfect GPA and went on to acquire a PhD at Harvard Business School. You were appointed sales manager at Geneva, the company you are now CEO of, right out of graduate school. From then on, work has become your passion. Your husband of ten years failed to understand this, leading you toWhatamIsaying. Scratch that.__