u/C-Dorado

The library was a hidden pocket of silence beneath the university’s feet. It was the only place that stayed cool when the summer tried to burn the rest of the campus down.

We pushed through the glass door—Sigh—Click—entering the small, quiet room in the very corner. The air here was different—stiller, colder. And there, in the corner of that corner, I spotted her.

I am a developer and author exploring the "Internal Fog" of university life. I just released Chapter 3: The Lending of my psychological novel, The Iron String. It’s a story about the lines we draw between worlds and the "invisible dance" we do before we ever speak a word.

“The hair thickened a bit and between us was no longer a long, thin line—it was short, taut, and vibrating.”

How do you describe that Internal fog.

I’ve been obsessed with the idea that some people experience life at a different "depth" than others.

As a software developer, I tend to see social interactions as high-pressure systems. I wrote this metaphor today to describe the "weight" of university life:

"You are a Deep Sea Diver encased in a leaden suit, treading the jagged floor of a trench where the weight of the entire ocean presses against your glass... while others are merely Surface Swimmers, ignorant that the water even has a weight."

I'm curious—for those of you in academia or high-pressure environments, does this 'weight' feel real to you? How do you describe that 'Internal Fog'?

"I opened my ribs to let the bird I side fly..."

So,

I let it go.

As we both watched, the bird…….flew.

And flew...

and flew...

and,

flew………

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"Ten steps down into the very earth—Thud... Echo... Clop. Leaving the light of the sun behind."

The Iron String: A 36-Chapters Psychological Seige