the voices are loud, snarling —— verging on inhuman. it doesn’t matter how many times he tells them to stop ( please, please s t o p ) ; they are all-consuming & indomitable, reminding him to watch his BACK! they’re the only ones in his corner. EVERYONE else is out to get him. this is what they yell at him as he hovers at the doorway of the room he’s been paged to, weight shifting from foot to foot, contemplating whether or not he should actually go in. he doesn’t want to —— but he also doesn’t want his peers to know that he’s onto them.
❛ you, uh —— you paged, age, stage, gauge, cage? ❜