found drama

You wander into the a gym. It’s sparsely populated, but not empty. No one is looking specifically at you, but some of them look up, sidelong. From a distance each piece of equipment looks familiar. Weightlifting machines and treadmills. But as you get closer, they take on bizarre shapes. Not impossible shapes, but peculiar, unconventional. Closer still and they’re yet more anomalous. One even seems to float inches off the ground. You cannot fathom how to operate them. You’re embarrassed. You’ve been to this gym so many times. You even have memories of using the equipment here. Soon you’re engaged with an apparatus, and obviously incorrectly, and you can no longer extricate yourself from its tangle.

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