Day 1. 2

 Static


Someone sleeps on teams , someone alive before.
Someone in the left corner or else it's
the right or the left or whatever-
someone is trying now to get
his attention, someone is
waving their hand, so it
appears like a ghost
in random frames.
The hand blurs
He is
Still

Still
Time goes
Time passes
The fly appears,
crawls across his face,
crawls across the mute screen-
no one mentions it, no one
comments, no one chats, no one says
the unspoken. The fly crawls slowly,
it feels like the meeting is eternal,
minutes of an entropy committee .

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