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The Fourth Battle"This place had a heartbeat in its day." / For some reasons i can't explain, a brutal way to ameliorate anxiety is positioning myself into another duty. Embodied by mobility, airport evokes thinking as much as hearkening — the highest stage of listening: only to listen. It grows as a form of sensory participation of a field without attaching any meaning to sounds and therefore allows the subject and object of this acoustic event to entangle. Those who can and do hearken hold an intensity that keeps them sensitive to the environment they entered and altered. Am i among them? At least i could let sounds penetrate through the body; it cures and splits all at once, incorporating debris of imagination, action, and aspiration. / Sounds do not disappear, only dissipate; so do voices. The line between volition and ideal no longer equivocal; I’m taking a chance, a fall, a shot. In dreams I hardly dream a figure who hasn't yet show up — perhaps becoming. And yet amorphous, heavy worries kept me awake. Again, i flowed with them — into billows that would otherwise engulf hope. What those worries eclipsed was memory, an anchor of sentience that fears going on fire. Experiences dissipate, lowing the volume, silent, but sometimes, it haunts anyway, earsplitting.

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