Deep Sounding

by Brandon Carbaugh

But Silva just went about her business, lost in the trance of dance and hard work, the coming-and-going of the old and the young, the rising and falling of the new and the old, the labor and reward, the reward and the cost, costs and benefits, endless transactions of energy and spirit — the fluid machine to which every single person alive was part, and even those banished outside it were just broken parts, sent for service.