Our silent lacking
by Poyan Karbor — 2 min read

Our silent lacking

On my way. Drifting across seemingly motionless flat lands in the distance. Daydreams of accepting an award, any award, accompanied by white noise that starts to sound like applause. Louder, thunderous, a standing ovation. Abruptly, a dark tunnel jolts my gaze towards...

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