All blue. Woke up this morning. Put on my blue shirt, my blue pants, my blue fleece, my blue shoes.
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On the Train: I’ve got three bags
It’s too many bags to take on the train, I know, but I’ve got three that I carry with me…every other weekend. The damn tan duffel that I stole from my Dad, my work bag […]
Chapter 6 – Day 17
I think I will always yearn for a fresh bagel from Zabar’s, a late-night slice at Famous Ray’s Pizza (or was it Ray’s Famous Pizza?), or those little blue and white coffee cups. Hell, I’d take any cup of coffee right now.
Chapter 5 – Middle of Night 9
As we’re drifting, we start to spin…slowly at first. I pull her close to me and we wrap our arms and legs around each other. The spin gets faster. I pull at her and she keeps asking me when it will be over.
The Tall Man
The tall man slid into the room. He was lanky, but all tall men that measure 201.34 centimeters are lanky, no matter their weight. He was perfect. Not in the sense that his abs were sculpted and his features were completely symmetrical.
Chapter 4 – Day 5
You were right next to us, and then you weren’t. There was nothing we could do. We looked for you, but you were gone.
Sol: Chapters 1-3
Sol’s first three chapters in one place.
Chapter 3 – Diaspora
Time was incongruent. I had lost my grip on what made me, me.
Temperature Gradient
We were returning back to Chicago from our Hawaiian vacation when they shut down the airport.
![Mohra Muradu well in Pakistan (By Dawoodmajoka (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons)](https://robotissmiling.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/798px-mohramuraduwell.jpg?w=640)
Down the Well
She said the seizure felt like she was falling down a well, and that it was horrifying agony for the entire 96 seconds. She was strangely accurate about the amount of time.
Christopher Hazlett 