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karina klesko, USA

The Ultimate Schism

As dusk sets deeper into the city, I drive with the traffic bound for home, after the long hot work day. Through the streets of the French Quarter, New Orleans style; slow and easy, pedestrians and cars move in concert with the rhythm of juke box jazz and neon lights. The ultimate schism, not really noted at any particular point, where the vehicles blend into the normal traffic flow, all of us faceless passengers transported away to neat little houses, lined in perfect rows. High pitched beeps of our auto alarms are activated one by one, breaking the silence of narrow, gray streets. The sound of double locks click into place, barring the outside world, ending my day.

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