trio :: prev :: next :: There it is again, that familiar trio of choices... yes, no, cancel. Waiting, so patiently, so eternally, for a response. But I find my hands are shaking, my stomach sour, my head dizzy as the room spins. When questioning the purpose and very existence of the soul, the mundane can seem profound, the routine terrifying. But I blink... once, twice, again, give my head a shake, and choose no, like I always do, and nothing changes, everything remains the same. © 2002 (5 august) john r. chase
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