Human at Work

Grey doesn’t scare me like it used to.

Sade is woken by the sounds and motions of a struggle next to her on the mattress. With what shadowy vestiges remain of her sight, she catches a flurry of movement as someone disappears into the bathroom.

Tired of being gaslit into oblivion?

Exhausted by the “I’m sorry you feel that way” Olympics?

Peter Ganglidge knows he is starting to lose control. Every day the pain gets worse, his energy is waning, and things are becoming harder to keep concealed.

Trails of dried tears ridge her cheeks, though she doesn’t recall why she was crying.

A call.

Miles away, another answers. The air bends, the earth hums. Invisible threads weaving herd to herd across a distance no eye can cover.