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It’s a Thursday, you are preparing for the day’s work, brushing your teeth and washing your skin to appear and feel at least presentable following the bluntness of waking. At some point during the walk from the front door of where you live to the bus stop where you catch a numbered bus that takes you to the underground station you feel a slight vibration at your ear, a dragonfly or a colourful moth or some vibrant insect vibrating near the the tender skin surrounding your eardrum, the vibrations causing furtive shivers throughout your body in response to the slightest breeze, you wave briefly to a neighbor, continuing towards the bus stop not entirely realizing that you are swatting at the vibration, almost inadvertently, with the speed and precision of catfish darting in water, you grow frustrated as your attempts at violence increase in vigor and failure, the insect evades you, you’re whole body shudders at the touch of a nearby hedge, a pedestrian shows brief concern, your thoughts of the people in your life, your inadequacies, your distractions are eclipsed by the thought of thousands of legs on hundreds of insects, your skin begins to crawl indefinitely, you pass what looks like the local park in the fervor of the morning semi-suburb and the worsening malaise of vibrations, you have entered the park without realizing, a second insect is intrigued by your ear it seems unless the first one has become more excitable or its vibrations have somehow become more present to you, you see trees and ponds, you see movement throughout the water, you cannot tell its cause, you hear rustles in every tree, you see each leaf moving fractional distances and back again, you sit at a bench near the water exhausted beneath the weight of the noise of it all, you have removed your clothes, there seemed no other choice, winged vibrations are surrounding your head and you become increasingly aware of miniscule movements of miniscule legs racing around your bare neck and chest, approaching your midriff and lower back, you find yourself in the water, it doesn’t matter and you are desperate, the water must rid you of this you believe, the clarity of it, you submerge your head, you are met with a new kind of confusion, warbled low resonances deafening in volume, you open your eyes and can make out in the gloom of the pond immaculate darkness composed of infinite movements and tiny flashes of light occurring hundreds, now thousands, now millions of times by the second
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