What do you do when life comes crashing
like a sound-machine that can’t emit silence?
What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes. Those perfectly placed fractals that make her feel that life is upside down. Amelia is transported by a speedless rollercoaster into an augmented reality that keeps projecting dark into her irides . . . Amelia shakes her head —This, too, shall pass.
The clouds up there dissolve into fluttering dust.
With one eye open Amelia spins back to silence.