Watching The Signs
Watching the Signs
There’s a pair of lights outside the window, perhaps a construction barrier, flashing at differing intervals, sometimes lighting perfectly in sync, at other times completely opposite. The long-sequence pattern catches his attention, as he tries to decipher some hidden code within. There is none, but by the time he realizes it, he’s already forgotten where he is. When he is. Everything bleeds, runs together, impossibly intertwined. A mirage of the mind.
But no, he isn’t crazy. Not at all.
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