You cannot breathe. The quiet unnerves you. The birds' chirping seem much louder than usual. You are immobile. You cannot do the laundry or vacuum and even those that do not need power, like watering the plants, fixing your space, being kind. You cannot because there’s no electricity. You try to be productive. You look at the regular mop You think about the dishes anyway, you still have water. All the things you are supposed to do feel like a big effort. You wait. Forever sets. You think about loves, lives and a little about work and how will you make do tonight as the hot air sweeps in. Perhaps with the doors and windows open, on the cold floor praying for cooler temperatures when the sun sets. You start thinking about what you can lie down on. But you don’t get up to get the carpet. Maybe you’ll wait for the power to come back. There is conflict at the border. Aeroplanes are flying overhead. You think about the connection betw...
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