The Fickle Reality of Containment, Spring & ElizabethThis morning sound layered into a coronal terrine. The ambulance in the distance, the delivery bike by the curb, the taxi brakes, a rolling suitcase, morning birds, honking, talking, high heels, flip flops, greetings, laughing. I don't know what makes the brain kick into a different primal sense, but today, unbidden by my conscious mind, the world was less sight and smell and more sound. "He said what?"
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