Muted fizz

The mild water blobs came streaming now, enlivened and happy to be freed, ecstatic to be bursting into that calm passage. And just as he was fishing for the kernel of his despair, to bring further sadness to the surface, and to try to soften the effects of it - to ease that rawness - another essence emerged, a sort of etching of redemption, though laced with crumpled ideas and murky tiredness, and he wasn’t sure if it was an emotion heralded from within or without, but it suggested the prospect of peace intermingled with the sense of paralysis over the extant loss, and he went on thinking all this as the muted fizz of the carriages grew louder, and the doors thudded ajar, and the stampede gathered pace, and the tidal faces swished by him, around him, over him, and completely consumed him.

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