093 Marcos Cabral


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Moving virtually unnoticed, flowing through the stacked avenues of human interaction like a shadow passing over a hot summers day, cold operators were gone almost before anyone had the time to realise theyd been left in the dark and drained of heat. Only on exit might you realise that you had been adopted and managed but by then it was too late, actions had been committed, causation was in full effect and all the necessary objects had been harvested. You were left with a yawning psychological chasm expanding beneath your life, consuming everything you thought you knew to be true in fits of doubt, anxiety, guilt and rage. But no use crying now sweetie.


Words: Sam Mee, Published: 28 January 2016
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