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I am sealed in this capsule

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  I am sealed in this capsule The transition from the static concrete of that waiting room to the pressurised cabin of this jetliner changes the entire physics of my wait. I’m no longer pacing floors or slouching into plastic seats; I've been sealed inside a capsule, and soon to be hurtling through the sky toward China. Now that I'm finally buckled in, my restlessness hasn't disappeared, but at least I’ll soon gain altitude. I look around and can see exactly how this emotional shift plays out in other lives. There is an initial sense of order and quiet relief. I see the neat rows of seats, the soft symmetry of the aisle, and the steady, reassuring presence of the flight attendant, offering the illusion of control. The ceiling washes into soft, atmospheric blues and teals. I imagine the sky outside. I can feel the collective breath of a hundred passengers all transitioning into the same forced pause. For a moment, my world feels structured, clean, and neatly aligned. I know ...
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The Sky is Dark

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The sky is dark, and the clouds are gathering ominously. The earth beneath us is parched and cracked, and we know a storm is coming. 

The problem is overwhelming, and yet we lack the sense of urgency and immediate action needed to address it. 

We have all been crowded into large cities, where our voices are silenced and the needs of society neglected. 

Our leaders act in secrecy and ignore our problems, leaving us feeling like we are being swept under the rug. 

We stand at a crossroads, frozen by the weight and significance of the decision that we must make. 

Our written histories show us that we have always been able to innovate, problem-solve, and transform when we come together. 

Let us link arms in unity and face the sunrise. Together, we can transform into a collective community that believes in positive change. 

We must demand that our elected leaders create a flourishing society that addresses and resolves the destructive problems we face.





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John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can subscribe to JJFB's work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

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