Oliviya Dis -

Here’s a short piece inspired by the sound and feel of — treating it like a name, a mood, or a whispered phrase. oliviya dis

Someone calls her name from the end of the tunnel. Oliviya. She doesn’t turn. She never turns. Because turning would mean this was a story about leaving, and it’s not. It’s a story about the space between stations — the hum of the rails, the flicker of fluorescent lights, the moment just before you decide where to go. oliviya dis

The train doors hiss open. Oliviya Dis steps in. The rain keeps arriving. And somewhere, a page turns itself. Here’s a short piece inspired by the sound