The doktors have subvocal mics sewn to their throats, but there is a buzzing in the air, a buzzing of dried locusts, a language I know. There is talk that maybe the object located in the hollows of my chest is not to be removed. There are words I do not know the meanings of because my listening range is not great enough to pick up the higher-frequency sounds, which act as modifiers in locust-talk. I once tried to explain this fact to a friend of mine, who said "but what does that mean?" I was floored. I had no answer then, and have none now, which is fine; my mouth cannot be currently moved anyway. Perhaps it's for this that I do the rest; for the times when I can just be quiet.

the exit is hidden within the exit