Plane
The dark streets are yours.
You feel the join, the plane, glass-like, prismatic; 6 feet from the ground or thereabouts. Eye height.
You watch the milling thrall, a mass that grows like mould on the streets as their hollow, barely perceptible moans propel them, squid-like, but slowly on their aimless journey. They creep because they know no other way.
They all seem to fall below the plane and you wonder if this makes them malnourished, deprived of sunlight despite the plane's transparent qualities.
Before you, behind you, all around you are buildings made of scents, voices, memories; the stillborn hopes of those who live there, not acknowledging how little it is that they look to support.
The plane flares and starts to feed you sensation. Moving, you notice how little it affects you. You would expect to have to make way for it; fall beneath to the rotting mass or climb above and glisse upon its frictionless surface, surfing to your destination at breakneck speed. But there is no need for this and you are not sure if you even could could climb up on it if you wanted.
Would it support you?
After all it is but a vein, a tube of sorts to feed you, or so it seems. It is new, something only recently noticed.
You feel the join, the plane, glass-like, prismatic; 6 feet from the ground or thereabouts. Eye height.
You watch the milling thrall, a mass that grows like mould on the streets as their hollow, barely perceptible moans propel them, squid-like, but slowly on their aimless journey. They creep because they know no other way.
They all seem to fall below the plane and you wonder if this makes them malnourished, deprived of sunlight despite the plane's transparent qualities.
Before you, behind you, all around you are buildings made of scents, voices, memories; the stillborn hopes of those who live there, not acknowledging how little it is that they look to support.
The plane flares and starts to feed you sensation. Moving, you notice how little it affects you. You would expect to have to make way for it; fall beneath to the rotting mass or climb above and glisse upon its frictionless surface, surfing to your destination at breakneck speed. But there is no need for this and you are not sure if you even could could climb up on it if you wanted.
Would it support you?
After all it is but a vein, a tube of sorts to feed you, or so it seems. It is new, something only recently noticed.
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