Echoes in black cubicles. Heavy breaths drowning out the sound of gagging. Silhouettes pacing in the dead spaces between the raw ivory light. Watching painted eyes squint away from electronic fireflies. Obligation sliding through vague black holes. The grimace of open mouths. Suspect stains on shellacked wooden planks, panels, partitions. Hands greasy with more than saliva. There is no clock. The synthetic background noises help lose track of lost time in the dark recesses.

4:47 p.m. - 2021-02-25