THE SECRET LAPSE
The pulsating rhythm of the music transitions seamlessly to the monotonous sound of the washing machine. The cycle ends in spinning, rinsing, and draining. Drying. Galaxies of swirling socks are sucked into black holes. From now on, lonely and flawed, they orbit in another universe. Dryer filters covered in everyday dust, a felt suit chewed […]
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