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    The harsh reality that humankind has always turned away from is here. Everything around me has faded to a different shade of brown or beige. There's a girl. Dead ahead 60 yards, she stands in front of a concrete pillar.

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    The harsh reality that humankind has always turned away from is here. Everything around me has faded to a different shade of brown or beige. There's a girl. Dead ahead 60 yards, she stands in front of a concrete pillar.

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    Sensory Experience Essay

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    ixchelmel
    The harsh reality that humankind has always turned away from is here. Everything around me has faded to a different shade of brown or beige. There's a girl. Dead ahead 60 yards, she stands in front of a concrete pillar.

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    Thereisnothingformiles.Thisplaceisntquietitsforciblyhushed.Itsasilence thatonlyinstillsaftersomethingvitalhasbeenrevealedasilencethatscreams.Ineedrest. Mybreathisheavy,notheavyasinanacceleratedway,butphysicallyheavylikemylungs arepullingtheweightofananvileverytimetheyexpandandcontract.Abovemetowersan abandonedhighway,reminiscingondaysgonepast. Theairsmellslikemystery,lacedwithonlyquestionsandsand.Itrytoassessmy surroundings.Afewdecayingautomobilesfreckletheotherwisebarrendesert.Some weedsprotrudefromtherecessedhoodofanoldchevythatsmorerustthanmetal.I considereatingthembuttheleavessnapandcrumbleatmytouch,devoidofwateror nourishment.Iscoffatmyfoolishness,nothinggrowshere. Thegroundprovideslittlegiveunderfoot.Itseemslikethesandisjustathinveil hidingadenseandunforgivingcore.Unforgiving,thatsagoodwordtodescribethisplace. Everythingcarriesanunmovableresolve.Theharshrealitythathumankindhasalways turnedawayfromishere.Thereisnoforever.Wearejustatangentinsomemathematical equation,buttheequationisover.Thisisthefallout.Thewindpicksup,breakingmy thoughtprocess,thegraincutsbehindmyeyelidsdespitemyeffortstoshieldmyface.It findsitswaybetweenmyfingersandsettlesinthecracksofmylipsandtheheavysmellof ironfiltersinasitcutstheinsideofmynostrils.Ihavetokeepgoing. Everythingaroundmehasfadedtoadifferentshadeofbrownorbeige.Devoidof life,devoidofanything,buttheresagirl.Deadahead60yards,shestandsinfrontofa

    concretepillar.Thebreezewhispersabsentmindedlyagainstherthickdarkhair, momentarilyobscuringherexpressionlessface.Idontknowwhatshewantsfrommewhy sheshere.OrwhyImherereally.Shejuststandsandstares,witheyesthathitlike daggersandmeltlikesnow.

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