The Distant Machine

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October 12. The walls of St. Jude’s are white, a sterile, blinding white that seems to absorb the light and return it as a hum. I am forty-two years old, and I cannot walk. The accident took my legs and left me with a bill that grows by the hour, a debt that feels heavier than the wheelchair I am chained to. I want to leave. I want to breathe air that has not been filtered through industrial...

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