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She dials the number carefully. Voices surround her. A telephone box would be handy now, a space with a door, she thinks while she listens to the ringing of the phone on the other side of the line. Which, of course, isn’t a real line anymore, but a conglomerate of computers, transmitter and satellites. A black box of communication without answer. She tries again, just in case. “Hello,” she finally whispers into the phone, as if it would make a difference. “Hello, are you there.” She waits another two rings before she pushes the disconnect button. The she turns away, takes some steps into the crowd, becomes part of it again. A minute later, she is gone, while you still stand there, waiting for your phone to ring. |
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array, cloud, set by Dorothee Lang
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52|250 A Year of Flash 
Love the disconnection here, so nicely displayed via an attempt at communication. Nicely done, Dorothee.
that feels so sad and haunting. mysterious. love your writing, dorothee.
thanks for your thoughts – in a suprise way, life added a second dimension to the story. i was at Leipzig Book Fair when the story went live, and the mobile net there had temporary hickups. i just blogged about it, with 2 crowd images, here: http://virtual-notes.blogspot.com/2011/03/crowd-or-array-cloud-set.html
The precision of this is so lovely, and the ships-passing-in-the-night motif is very affecting. And there’s something about those wires – there and not there – potent. I agree with both Susan’s and Len’s comments. This piece lingers!
yes to all the above, and I like the desire for an enclosing space for even a failed communication – subtle, and revealing
This stays with me. The title is just super. Peace…
this is such a lonely piece filled with void and emptiness yet so very telling at the same time. lots going on here
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Filled with abyss. Yes.