The Grind

The machine hums, as she beckons me close. I can feel the buzz in the air as the blades whir to life. She lets out a long sigh; it’s happening again. The jagged monstrosity lowers itself towards her, as she speaks to me;

"This is the way it is. It’s always like this. Always has been. We all must suffer this machine in order to get anywhere in the world.”

This piece is cobbled together from bits of a half-remembered stress dream. The woman, unknown to me, but familiar all the same. She spoke the truth, though; the Grind finds us all.