Instructions for Disappearing Challenge
White Out
Go somewhere busy
The train station at 8:00AM
On a Tuesday,
The grocery store at 4:00PM
The day before a holiday,
The mall
December 23rd at 6:00PM,
Stand in a thoroughfare
Stand still
Be a nuisance, in the way
Close your eyes tight
Tighter
You’re in Antarctica
Everything is white, blinding white
You’re alone, surrounded by freeze
Paralyzed in place
The only sound is that of a distant albatross
And the occasional creaking of the ice
As the sun begins to set
All the noises stop
It’s just you, in the white, in the cold
Into the black
Into the black
Into the black
And you’re gone.
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Comments (1)
I love the contrast between chaos and isolation!