at the table on the second landing fossicking coherent thought from someone else's jargon. I try to focus without closing my ears. the sounds of the passage between assorted lectures coffees expectations. fingers tapping over footsteps keys and marble. laughter through the glass outside.
familiar strangers across the table exchange news just loud enough for prying ears. the one on the right has just returned from my island, wanted to escape the city for a change of pace maybe a breath of fresh air. ten days on a silent retreat in the woods. bland food no words only guided meditation to keep you from your thoughts. my brother tried this once. the other asks questions between sips from her clear plastic cup. she is catching up on her studies: a unit on the sociology and philosophy of AI. I wonder what this means think of the dystopia how much we can really say or know about tomorrow.
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