THE FICTION LOOP

  SUBLIME   ‘Heat Waves’ - Glass Animals Cold air strikes as I enter, into absolute stillness, only the distant whirring of a fan. A few pens scratching on a paper, minds busy at work. A couple of people file in soon after, and the bustle begins. The bustle turns into a horrid pandemonium, the likes of which would be prevalent if inmates were juveniles. Perhaps the ailments of a common teenager resemble starkly with those that the honourable law deems unfit for a functional society, or the laws are no longer in touch with the reality of today’s liberty. However, the noise slowly subsides, because no matter how swollen our awareness has become, it hasn’t dented our ability to distinguish appropriation (at least for some). The sunlight pierces the tinted windows, tinted by the dust that has settled from years it has sustained in service against the winds. Its all about patterns- tessellations. A drop spreads, expanding, yet thinning, it covers a greater swathe of area but loses ...