Strangers throw memories over our walls – false memories designed to distract and enrage us. Memories of how we lost the recent war, mingled with predictions for the next.
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Statues were crowded into all the likely places and then, faute de mieux, the unlikely. General Derangeur’s statue, for instance, was erected on a street corner as if waiting for a signal that never turns to “Walk.”
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At first, we thought it was just another subway train passing by underneath us, but it wasn’t. Over and over came the announcement: “We regret the inconvenience. The inconvenience. Inconvenience.” No one could figure out how to turn it off. Later, few were left to regret the inconvenience.
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The flight never lands, was perhaps never intended to land. Other passengers know this, take it for granted. Why was I the only one surprised? One of the other passengers looks at me, shrugs, mutters something about “fate.”
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I have invented elaborate stagecraft for our bodies together, so fantastic only some other world’s theatre could make it real.
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