Ghosting

Even in the second largest mega-city in the world, where the population stands at
13.65 million,
there are still rats running in a thick miasma of thilth. If one sits still long enough
these rats will chew them and, the concrete will swallow them. The cracks in the
sidewalk become caverns and each piece of drifting debris becomes its own charging
beast. The stinging, arctic walls leak with morning dew and wormholes wind in them.
If one sits still long enough the city dominates them. And the coffins, the coffins
are raw pure illustrations of what it means to be still. Inside there is no room for
movement. No room to be regurgitated into sunlight.
How can a person find themself in one of these perfect solutions. Inside a coffin
of six by twenty four inches, a perfect solution to hide those in the city from those in the
clouds.
Small boxes that at some point in there existence were padded, a place for
people who can’t sleep to lay awake, the perfect solution.