Written by Jacob Ibrag
And as we go on pretending as if nothing had happened, the
noise between us stretches. More than a budding sound, it’s a dirty
stench and people are beginning to notice. I’m not saying the universe
revolves around us, but I think we broke it. It’s eighty three degrees in the
month of February and yet I feel utterly frozen. I guess you can blame global
warming and my body’s memory of the February temperature before this.
Please, just blink twice if you can hear what I’m thinking. I’ll break the
ice and part the river, to address the tension we’ve manifested.