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or in ever growing sedative labor.<br />
The athleticism of the seat, the<br />
micro-motions of the sitter. The<br />
agility of the writer sitting for indefatigable<br />
hours, the fortitude of<br />
the office worker’s 50+ hour week.<br />
What eats me? Lying in this bed all<br />
week long, suspended in a blinding<br />
monotony but not outside of the<br />
spiritual ecstasy. Every moment I<br />
escape boredom—the desire for<br />
desires—I conquer something<br />
pressing in from all angles around<br />
me, and I am a spirit, even if I am<br />
sick, stuck in my room, in a storm.<br />
Now, sleep feels cathartic. It’s<br />
an active form of expression. Then,<br />
my phone starts buzzing, disrupting<br />
my body’s breathing rhythms.<br />
I am annoyed and I experience fits<br />
of falling and catching myself in<br />
and out of sleep dimensions. A not<br />
so gentle compulsion pulls me into<br />
the grasp of messages and media.<br />
My phone is an over-sexed machine.<br />
Its seductive round edges fit<br />
together with my own curves and<br />
it flirts endlessly with my desiring<br />
social body. Without a thought I<br />
am scrolling through Facebook,<br />
lost in a fevered fugue state, spit<br />
out the other side some countless<br />
dozens of minutes later, violated by<br />
my own lack of conscious consent.<br />
The power has surged one<br />
too many times and gone out. I<br />
like to think that the power is<br />
out throughout the city. I have a<br />
headlamp and a few extra AAA<br />
batteries lying about. I’m listening<br />
to the sounds outside. The<br />
rain whips against the window in<br />
syncopated rhythms and the wind<br />
unfurls a bass that shakes me to my<br />
core. There is no escape from these<br />
sounds and I sink into the serenity<br />
of the storm’s embrace.<br />
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