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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

Midnight Passage Under the City's Skin

 

Midnight Passage Under the City's Skin

As the couple walks under the city overpass, they feel the weight of existence around them. The oppressive surroundings of steel and concrete remind them of their solitary existence in the universe. They assimilate into the nothingness that threatens to engulf them with each step. The lighting casts their shadows as disjointed silhouettes, reflecting the disorganised nature of existence. They feel like objects in the enclosed space, and the unsettling realisation of life's inherent lack of meaning causes nausea.


Poem: Living under the city overpass


Living under the city overpass.
A couple senses the heavy burden of their existence.
Steel and concrete loom over them.
Underscoring their isolation in the vast universe.
With each step, they blend into the void.
Feeling its engulfing presence.
Shadows stretch into broken shapes.
Mirroring the chaos of life itself.
In this confined space, they are mere objects among objects.
A nauseating epiphany strikes them.
Life's meaning is elusive and uncertain.
In the heart of the city.
They confront the stark reality of their existential plight.

Keywords

Urban, Nocturnal, Overpass, Infrastructure, Silhouette, Concrete, Cityscape, Shadows, Walkway, Isolation, Urban Art








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