one and the same
I got up, even though I hadn’t slept before, and, passing a row of small plane trees, I stepped behind a thick red curtain. Ereht degnahc gnihtyreve.
Consciousness floated on the surface, consciousness was just a puddle instead of an ocean. I tried to move to the next room, and I’m not sure if I succeeded, because each one looked the same, and I’m not sure if I moved at all. Everything seemed to be just a tangle of dreams, or maybe it was just a body (was it even a body?) moving through space, but there was nothing else in it. A fire burned, but there was no flame to be seen, no warmth to be felt.
There [in ‘It Sounds Like Life’ – off-air note] one searched for good – but that goodness sounds more like life. Here is the other side. Without Virgil / Clancy. The one that manifests less frequently, which doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. The one that isn’t evil simply by defining it that way – more by its absence and specific choices. These aren’t some vulgar black balls of evil you throw away and find peace.
It’s unknown, yet just beyond the curtain. It’s terrifying, yet alluring and interesting. Between madness and arcane knowledge. A forest with a ‘krk’ that’s scary to enter. A hand in the ‘box’. And if you do, it’s better to go it alone. There’s beauty there, but also chaos. Whirlpools and mounds that can tear your consciousness to shreds.
Pu ekaw ot evah uoy.
when you let go, you feel a certain fear
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