The Shallow Diary, Day 1
MAY 20th-
I don't know when the sirens began. I was lost among the many faceless others, a hollow being adrift in the shallows of modernity. I do remember being shoved in the shoulder, as a women, or girl, or no one, ran by. Soon the trickle of ones and twos, running away, running towards, doubled. It then tripled and quadrupled,till finally, the shallows of our modern life experienced the high tide of the universe, come crashing down upon us. I did hear the sirens, eventually, but I now know it was only the humanity being choked from the nobodies around me. The siren song of release, from the nightmares yet ahead.
MAY 20th-
I don't know when the sirens began. I was lost among the many faceless others, a hollow being adrift in the shallows of modernity. I do remember being shoved in the shoulder, as a women, or girl, or no one, ran by. Soon the trickle of ones and twos, running away, running towards, doubled. It then tripled and quadrupled,till finally, the shallows of our modern life experienced the high tide of the universe, come crashing down upon us. I did hear the sirens, eventually, but I now know it was only the humanity being choked from the nobodies around me. The siren song of release, from the nightmares yet ahead.