Contest : This Or That, Vol 40.
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Date : August 10, 2026
The wheel of time churns the disarray dust, settling on the unstable shelf of my lonesome life. In the maiming moments of painful perturbation, truth crumbles in the cauldron of confusion chaos. My detached mind learns to emotionally disconnect, cultivates the aspirant ability to evade attachment. Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction, acerbic aversion forms within me a citadel of apathy. As hard times strikes my private space the boundless walls of the castle, seemingly impassable, foil the foray of the outer world to my inner sanctum, a cocoon of imposed isolation in blissful insulation. I become a lone prisoner of my making, captive behind the sensual walls of volatile pride, find people disappear like mist beyond the horizon, snap the unseen interaction cords of understanding. When time comes to travel to the twilight zone, the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris, the walls collapse with the shattered senile senses, getting buried in the wreckage of the broken antenna.
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