Do you ever feel like you're in a snow globe? Perhaps on a day like today when the snow swirls past the windows of classrooms making it seem all that more warm inside after the involuntary shiver. Maybe when the flakes blind your windows and beat against the sides of the car as you careen precariously in your warm bubble from place to place. Outside is a toxic place, uninhabitable by humanity. Only mad dashes through the weather can bring you home. The world becomes pockets connected only by modern technology. Your entire world becomes one room, one chair, one window. We huddle to those around us. We are small, insignificant things in the face of the fury of the universe.
That kind of day.
But if we're in a snow globe, who's shaking us? Can they see the glass above that is above them, too? Or are they just as blind, as blinded as the rest of us?
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