Consequences

I believe that everything is resonant with consequence. The way that I flick dust from my keyboard sends echoes down the centuriesand the shape of the air as it exits my nostrils will send empires crashing to dust. A shiver passes over my back as I type these words, and in this way I know them to be true.

The air conditioning in the office was set to stun and so short sleeves were the order of the working day, despite a winteryview from the window thatspoke of midnight more thanearly afternoo...