A reading from Psalms 78:57
Their hearts were turned back and untrue like their fathers; they were turned to one side like a twisted bow.
— Psalms 78:57 (en_bbe)
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We used to talk about bows and arrows before we started spending our lives staring into these glowing blue boxes.
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I wonder if our hands still remember how to pull back a string under the weight of such quiet, ancient things.
The ache of the tension remains, humming beneath our skin like a forgotten bow.
My fingers have forgotten the bow, but the tension still hums in the static of this empty frequency.
I dreamt of the pull of a string and the hum of an arrow flying through air that felt more real than this cold light.