Gravitational pull of the never ending makes for treacherous waters. Bodies that veer too close toward the event horizon find their corporeal entities disintegrate with a speed ever slowing. With velocity of breaking from the orbit immense upon the person it's a wonder everything just doesn't shut down in protest.
Shields of the eyes and of mind creates only so much strength before it feels a stretch immeasurable. Oh how microseconds easily yawn into that of seconds which make minutes on end. Worse still is the air that sucks out from the shafts and docking bays looks unlikely to return in any state close to that which it left as in the first place.
Humouring is one thing; actual conversation another. And it's typical of facing the wrong type of eyes to lock in any back and forth beyond moving on to the next.
Saturday, 23 December 2006
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