Issue #534 Keith’s SciFi Musings Sunday, March 17, 2024
The ticking. Always the ticking.
And the waiting.
There used to be smells and strong odors shoving their way into my nostrils, trying to reach my brain I think, but they have given up. I can no longer smell a thing. The same has happened with the noises from the world outside that would occasionally f…
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