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Ward Long
Standstill
Summer Sublet
Other Projects
Studio News
Works Cited
CV
Instagram
The time came. My roommates moved out and started having kids. I stayed.

I took short walks. The neighborhood looked familiar; I had seen these houses in every season. Nothing changed, but the light moved fast. A podcast said that some people had moved to Montana, or even Hawaii.

The evenings were hard and restless. I played video games for hours. I rode to the edge of the map, searching for the invisible hill. I would forget to blink, then stumble to sleep. I read a few lines of the Purgatory before I closed my eyes, watching Dante and Virgil climb the mountain. I never remembered my dreams.

One day the sun didn’t rise. It sank in the wildfire smoke and stayed there. I drove into the city and sat behind a desk anyway. I didn’t know what else to do with myself.

When I looked into her eyes, I worried.
 
How do you move forward in life?

Did my aunt still have my grandmother’s ring?

There were many lives across the mirror.
One of them was mine.
The time came. My roommates moved out and started having kids. I stayed.

I took short walks. The neighborhood looked familiar; I had seen these houses in every season. Nothing changed, but the light moved fast. A podcast said that some people had moved to Montana, or even Hawaii.

The evenings were hard and restless. I played video games for hours. I rode to the edge of the map, searching for the invisible hill. I would forget to blink, then stumble to sleep. I read a few lines of the Purgatory before I closed my eyes, watching Dante and Virgil climb the mountain. I never remembered my dreams.

One day the sun didn’t rise. It sank in the wildfire smoke and stayed there. I drove into the city and sat behind a desk anyway. I didn’t know what else to do with myself.

When I looked into her eyes, I worried.
 
How do you move forward in life?

Did my aunt still have my grandmother’s ring?

There were many lives across the mirror.
One of them was mine.