I walked in this room. This huge room full of chairs. Empty chairs. The room was dim. The kind of dim where it’s all a haze and you don’t quite understand what made the person decide to keep any light at all. The light wants to escape the murky room as much as I do. I walk slowly down each row of chairs. There are small pieces of paper in mighty clumps on each seat. I bend my knees as my legs get closer to the floor I place my weight on them and feel the rough paper. I arrange the pieces carefully to make out the names. Name after name after name. Chair by chair by chair. Everyone left leaving their tattered names left behind. The lights grow darker as I grow more driven to put all the pieces of paper back together. To fix the names. Shadows are growing bigger and spreading to one another. The pieces ant fit properly and my finger won’t move. The last ray of light vanishes and I’m left in the black with sliced fingers surrounded by cold empty chairs.
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