After The Difficulties

Your eyes opened while you were trying to close them. They felt like they were burning. Closing them did not help. It did make the pain of blinking go away... so you told yourself. But that speaking to yourself hurt too. You tried to remember: when did this begin? Remembering hurt the…

Buildings, and buildings, and more buildings. Neatly, medically arranged into blocks. "Turn right here for the 53rd street", "Continue straight for South City avenue", one voice leads into another. Neatness collapses into more of itself. Walk when the clean white walking stick figure…

The car reels, skids and stops at the edge of the precipice. I jump out struggling to breathe and reveal myself to the blinding darkness. A boom cracks and clicks through my body. My body disintegrates with all its pieces strewn across the gravel of the cliff. Like someone rubbing a dried, hardened…

The swirling grayness. Bathing everything in its image. Swallowing and vomiting things. Marking them. Like a giant robot hand in a giant factory in a giant wasteland. Which lifts tiny, lifeless, helpless objects and transforms them into its own children. We are children of the greyness. A pale shadow of it. We cannot…