Psychological


0500 Hours

Steam rolls around our ship. The capsule’s vibrations are deafening. Metal clangs, aluminum overheats and crackles like popcorn. My own breathing distorts my colleagues’ headsets. And then there’s that commanding voice from millions of miles away. “Five. Four. Three.” The shaking seems endless. We are thoroughly trained astronauts, but something about the combination of waking…

The Drain

When I first moved to the city, I had dreams, delusions some might say, of grandeur. I’d seen influencers and old friends posting about their lavish lifestyles in high-rise, renovated penthouse suites. I’d seen them dining out every meal and partying like it’s 1999 seemingly endlessly. The reality I encountered was quite the opposite –…

The Algorithm

I feel a burning in my eyes and pick up my head for the first time in hours and look towards the window. It’s dark now – it wasn’t the last time I looked. In the fogged rain-covered glass is a ghostly silhouette of my slouched form. There are smudges on the window too which…

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