Trauma Junkie: II — Maxine's dream machine
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Maxine Levesque
The doors open. The sign outside throws itself at me: PRESIDIO All at once I’m back in my body, surrounded by music: Ravel’s Boléro. I imagine I must have thought to play it when I was fragmenting. An interesting choice. As the pieces of the world re-join, I walk out onto the platform, and then on toward the North exit. An escalator. Another. Another — a long one, up and out of the station’s massive maw. The day has had a slow and odd enough start that the surroundings force themselves on me, distantly, through the thick bubble of the noise cancellation Inside. The station edifice is a…
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