Task.Task.Task.
Somewhere between... there's still presence.
Task.
Task. Task. Task...
...Ping. Ping. Ping...
Scroll. Scroll... The toll.
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Swipe. Pause.
Look.
Look again.
Not AGAIN.
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Scroll. Scroll. Scroll.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
Hype.
Again.
AGAIN.
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Stand.
Steps.
Steps to the fridge.
Fridge hums.
You hum back.
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Reach out.
Can — cold.
Cold against your fingers.
Cold like pause.
Slow down.
Slow.
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Cold like stop.
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Back.
Desk.
Seat.
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Crack.
Fizz.
Fizz like breath.
Fizz like air.
Fresh air.
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Condensation beads.
Beads against your skin.
Those condensation beads...
...Dripping slow.
Slow now.
Slow down...
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You sip.
You sit.
You breathe.
You breathe again.
You exhale.
Slowly exhale.
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Inbox still full.
STILL FULL.
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The scroll.
Still there.
Still here.
And so are you.
So are you.
Right here.
Still right here...
Still here.
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Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Again.
Again.
Lovely Daniela!
Hopefully this wasn't inducing a little email apnea. I can well believe that could exist.
I wrote this a little while ago when I was reading on the amygdala and the effect it can have on cognition wrt writing, hence the words and.tight.punctuation.
Maybe it resonated a little then :)
Written from finding a space in between the notifications, the messages, the meetings, the lack of closure, and a little solace in a can from the fridge.
What do you turn to for a little space in today’s modern busy and noisy life?