Pure attention to the trio of beeps, every fifteen
seconds, from the hall outside your apartment.
Your growing hatred, your judgment toward
whom, the lazy neighbors? the super?
The battery is your soul, dying. The fire
is the fear of fire at the end of this racket.
The battery is your soul--fav line :)
ReplyDeleteThe fire / is the fear of fire
ReplyDeletenice.
Thanks guys... It's a short sketch. Meaning: shit's thin.
ReplyDeleteI like the premise...meaning the constant and difficult machine sound...and the corresponding emotion it unleashes...
ReplyDeleteI like the implicit irony of it...the irrepressible frustration of the experience, and yet the hesitation to shut it out/off, since, after all, "the battery is your soul, dying."
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