While all of this was going on, something was stuck in the
ground. It was dark and black, and moved as we did. Yet at the same time, it
was see-through like a ghost. It looked like it was loading for another shot. There’s
a flask hanging off my back but it might as well be a grenade. The whole thing
could be a duffel bag that I’m about to unpack. Maybe someone’s coming down on
a zipline and they’re about to crash into me. It could even be a punch bag. And
then there’s the object in my hand. I know it’s my finger but it looks like an
old-fashioned antenna. It’s almost as if it’s trying to communicate with what I
assume is a finger at the top of the screen, though it could equally be the ear
of something or someone else’s phone. All this is protruding from my foot.
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