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Sam’s Return

At home, the focus of her life’s daily requirements are dulling her senses, and eroding awareness of her physical self. Even the ritual of professional achievement is losing its lure. She is compelled by her body. In the haze of daily predictable sensations, she makes the phone call that will always provide her with the nuances of satisfaction.

In what might have been hours or days or a week, Sam is at the airport. She arrives to the smell of kerosine and fatigue. The scent is specific to places of exchange. Normally, the combination is delicate and infused into the air, attempting to conceal itself. But by now, Sam is trained without knowing it. Already she is very aware of these details; the boredom of airport colors, reflections of people at adjoining gates, metal detectors and overweight security personal huddle, too obviously, in one place. The smell of the unit – it is the smell of everything interior…

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