Written by Jacob Ibrag
You’re not supposed to know. Yet you dig deeper.
Layers. Concrete under concrete. Boundless. More of the
same. You forget why you started in the first place. It becomes
routine. A thing you do when there’s nothing. And then one night,
the ground begins to shake. It completely deteriorates. You slip and
realize that it’s a bottomless pit. Falling. Failing to see the point
to any of this. You were never suppose to understand.
Spectrum, stripped. You’ve become a part it.