HVAC systems whir cycling the air throughout our silent building.

Springs arrives slowly creeping through the snow unperturbed by time.

Drops of ice fall down from an April sky onto my unwashed black hair.

Customer service: stand still for many hours waiting for money.

My protective mask sits below my glasses, letting my filtered breath out.

Slow is the descent towards the murky depths of our soft and fragile minds

The temperature rose as the sun passed behind a gray petalled sheet