it has to be the pressure. more exactly the difference inside and out. the cracks are small but spreading. soon, things will be seeping. soon things will be spilling, spewing, spraying across and through the barrier. it’s been so long it’s hard to say why they were separated to begin with. which was being kept away from the other? control groups have vanished and information gleaned was determined to be useless long ago. the experiment was a failure and abandoned as things of this ilk are known to be. tossed over board. weight is a serious issue on a voyage like that. and slowly it sank. currents and time give no thought to preservation. the moon and the sun and the stars have no interest in prolonging structural integrity. they merely continue on their merry way pushing and pulling and stirring the pot until one day we’ve got grand canyons and himilayas and sandy beaches and salt flats and and day and night and tides and natal charts. and after a while the cracks will be holes and after that the holes will be bigger than what they are holes in and soon they will have proper names and be destinations and what was inside will be out and vice versa and things will mingle and shake hands and light tikki torches and fire up the grill and have drinks and dance and some will become friends and roommates and lovers and married and swap dna and have children and others will say vicious things and start fights and throw punches and get black eyes and wind up in a gutter somewhere and in the morning have questions about the previous evening and have to make apologies but never actually ask or even think of the right questions thus making sure it will all happen again. but at some point they’ll just stop getting invited. and sadly they just won’t understand. some people can’t contain themselves.
