The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
Physique
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The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
The cold runs down your spine as you say the words, like a small electric charge that seeks grounding.
A cold creeps up your spine, reaching its tendrils up your neck, toward the back of your head...
The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet...
Below, the hostel-cafeteria creaks and groans under your added weight -- a skeleton of composite support beams and cantilevers.
A dull thump. Somewhere inside a wind brace rattles from the imperceptible motion of the building.
Signage is put up and taken down, shop windows boarded up and reopened once more. What remains constant -- voyeurism, always unhelpful. And, at times, quite fully helpless.
It doesn't even matter why it was put there in the first place. That's something it could have been used for.