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SwiftOnSecurity
in reply to SwiftOnSecurity • • •In 2017, I had my first job interview in 10 years. A job I ultimately would not get. I was flying back from New York for the first time, in a plane with broken WiFi. It was the first time I had ever seen The Big Leagues and what that meant. I knew I wouldn't get the job. It wouldn't be my first disappointment flying back.
So I sat there and looked out the airplane window. Thinking about those left behind by the world. Those who couldn't see themselves succeeding. Maybe who has witnessed the other side and had become even more dejected by the wall they'd never breach.
How would this person strike back at the society who abandoned them. What would be the most salient target. Who, in immediate satisfaction, would ultimately mean nothing.
Transit. Rural areas. The most advanced and privileged imaginable. A Hyperloop.
I started it in the Twitter app. Which is why the story is sectioned like it is, later adapted to newer character limits.
Thinking of a geographical point where this event would culminate across flat land amenable to expensive transit lines - Texas. I knew Dallas, San Antonio, and Houston. This would be the setting for my scene. I stated it in the first tweet. A Short Story By.
And I started writing. Sitting in the plane delivering me from my disappointment I'd have to overcome. So I was in a mood.
SwiftOnSecurity
in reply to SwiftOnSecurity • • •Wrote throughout the flight. Each section preceded by the other. There was little ultimate plan.
I came to the end. The final addition. A comment on my own diminutive life.
"No one would ever see this monument.
No windows. No rest stops for the weary. Just a sealed tube, once again, passing Mesuta by.
The End."
When we landed, still on the tarmac, I hit Send. It was 7:52PM local time.
Anyway - that is the story of "The Patterns Of Mesuta, Texas."
I cry every time I read it. I hope it means some minimal amount to you, from what it means to me.
The End.