Been Brewing
Stowed away in the cargo, waiting for the eventuality of the crash. A pair of lovers, dining together, moving their food about on their plates to make it appear as though they are eating. They avoid each others' gazes, and continue their game in silence. Then, it ends, physics being brought into sharp focus as the movement of the train stops and the force remains. Time slows down, people are thrown from their chairs as they make silly surprised faces as they tumble through the air. The metal of the walls begins to collapse, like an accordian cracking and crunching to compression. Sparks fly as each new segment folds and moans with the certainty of steel.
I awake, the dream over. Cold sweat covers my body, twig fingers crawl under my skin, and my innards twist and turn. A dream, constructed out of loneliness.
Today: Korean Movie Monday, "Old Boy," meet at 8pm. Open invite.