slow and unsteady

17 October 2256

I have never been afraid of heights. Even back then, I used to go to the top of the tallest building in the city and wonder how it would feel to fly. But All I could picture in my mind was a free fall. I have fallen many times now and every time it’s nothing. I have drowned, burnt, crushed and every time it’s nothing special. It’s the same. I just can’t seem to remember what the obsession was.​

Max

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