A Purgatory For Modern Times


I stepped in a puddle and sank through to somewhere else. There was no sun, no moon, no darkness or light just an incessant glare like a pearlescent lightbulb on a dimmer switch. Panicking, I felt about with the intention of clutching the first tangible object and not letting go; I found nothing. This could be Limbo? I mused. Or perhaps, San Bernadino on a good day? But, with no discernible up or down, no left, right or sideways, I did the only thing I could; I got out my phone and sent a selfie to Facebook. It was just a case of waiting for replies.

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