Life Support

An older man tends to the dilapidated machinery of his soul in the vast and empty field of his existence for some unknown purpose. Is the scene a literal metaphor about the preservation of one’s physical life toward the end of their days, or is it a comment about staving off the consumptive panic, despair, and decay of regret for not having done enough with the time he was given? Or, is his effort and condition borne of a want to preserve the now-fragile pulse of romance that once thrived within him, so choked by the callus of fear and cynicism of past loves, injurious or not? Fighting by whatever means available to him to defy that which would defeat him, he survives to savour the pains of his inaction towards the resurrection of some previous life.
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