The bright lights and silent hum of humans surrounds me like white noise. I am warm, as if in a constant embrace from the back of hands and shoulders because we’re all strangers here. I don’t notice as the floor begins to shift and soften, turning into a slight jelly as my feet begin to sink slowly into it. I stare at this one piece of art tacked on the wall the same as all the others. It’s mine.
As I sink slowly into the cemented earth I am pulled toward this one piece of art, astray amidst the others. It is mine and as I sink I feel increasingly distanced from it despite being only a few centimetres more succinct. My fingers move toward it, trying to tickle the strings that tether me to it in spite of knowing they’re only as tangible as I am in the place.
Suddenly I am self-conscious. Turning myself into a ball of connective tissue and reflective rubber, I begin to suffocate. The bright lights and silent hum of humans turn on their embrace as I sink deeper into the doughy floor. I look up at this one piece of art tacked on the wall the same as all the others. I retreat.
The bright lights and the silent hum of humans cushions me; bounces off me; absorbs into me. I don’t notice as the floor begins to shift and harden, spitting out what parts of me it had and leaving me a pygmy amidst all these other with their backs to me. I stare at this one piece of art tacked on the wall the same as all the others and it stares back at me.