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The warehouse church
I'm standing in a chapel, but the pews are forklifts. The air smells of hydraulic fluid and old incense. No one is preaching—just the idle hum of engines, waiting.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that hum. You get it in the prison chapel too, after everyone leaves—the fluorescent lights and the metal benches just breathing. Machines have their own kind of prayer.