Sims-Houston Collison
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We wrap each other in maya.
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Capgras
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The Light was a testament to the unknown in Letha Campbell’s life, just as she’d never known where that cabin on her property came from, although it was never a concern for her, her property was worth a fortune. Letha awoke on a Tuesday morning feeling different. Different in a way that she couldn’t put her finger on but knew there was an underlying sense of dread. A sense of despair that wallows beneath the diaphragm and feels like it’s been there her whole life, but she just didn’t notice it until waking up one morning, no pattern or reason as to when or why it was that particular Tuesday. Or maybe it was just forgotten and she’s finally noticing it again, like a trauma that caused her to forget some dreadful thing that happened, so she dissociated but the wheel of time allowed it back into her mind. She couldn’t help but think she’d been reading too much Camus.
By Sims-Houston Collison4 years ago in Psyche
Sixty Miler
I am a coal miner on a Sixty-Miler: the term used for coal transporting ships going from Hunter River to Sydney. They are named as such simply because that is the distance from point A to point B for all ships in commission for this specific job. Like my father before me, and his father before him, I bury my body in and inhale the soot from one of Earth's most valuable commodities to make a living. It is the year 1932 and my son is my world, my purpose. I am caught in the throes in a perpetual battle with myself. This trade is the only skill I have, and it is what puts food in my son's belly. We die young in this line of work; they call it the black lung. The ultimate irony and a Shakespearean tragedy wrapped together, in that my son’s very lifeblood is what will, in the end, take me away from my him, Jamie, my little boy.
By Sims-Houston Collison5 years ago in Humans
