czwartek, 7 sierpnia 2014
anyone
-everyone is there - responds your own voice from the darkness, you freak out, but decide to continue this weird conversation
- why do i hear only my own voice?
- it's not yours anymore, you no longer deserve it
these words make you terrified and speechless, but you can still move before the wind freezes you to death, so you:
run to warm up
dig a hole to hide in
- why do i hear only my own voice?
- it's not yours anymore, you no longer deserve it
these words make you terrified and speechless, but you can still move before the wind freezes you to death, so you:
run to warm up
dig a hole to hide in
dig
you start digging in mud and your palms grow, so the ditch gets deep very quickly, soon it becomes deep enough to contain your body and hide it from the wind, but you can't stop your hands from digging further, you hear your own voice again from above:
-your hands are beyond your control, you won't need a grave, but a tunnel to escape from the inevitable
you reach a hard smooth surface, which glows in the dark
-your hands are beyond your control, you won't need a grave, but a tunnel to escape from the inevitable
you reach a hard smooth surface, which glows in the dark
giraffe
the giraffe lowers her head to have a close look at you
-you don't seem to be a hunter, a child rather, an immature creature unaware of the meaning of what it perceives, am i right?- asks the giraffe
-i used to be older a while ago, but i've lost many years by singing that song
-you have gained them my dear, i know this song, trust me, it has a secret refrain, not the one you have learnt in kindergarten, but a more profound one.
-sing it to me please
-maybe, but i wonder what makes you look so blue
-you don't seem to be a hunter, a child rather, an immature creature unaware of the meaning of what it perceives, am i right?- asks the giraffe
-i used to be older a while ago, but i've lost many years by singing that song
-you have gained them my dear, i know this song, trust me, it has a secret refrain, not the one you have learnt in kindergarten, but a more profound one.
-sing it to me please
-maybe, but i wonder what makes you look so blue
marble
you try to aproach the marble, but it rolls away with each step you are making, someone shouts
-another fool chasing the marble!
and suddenly hundreds of eyes turn in your direction
-come on, i bet you can catch it- says a friendly voice from the crowd
you ask -what is going to happen if i did catch it?
-you would certainly prove that it is possible- you recognise the voice and the face of your grandfather
-what does the marble do?
-grandpa, what are you doing here?
-another fool chasing the marble!
and suddenly hundreds of eyes turn in your direction
-come on, i bet you can catch it- says a friendly voice from the crowd
you ask -what is going to happen if i did catch it?
-you would certainly prove that it is possible- you recognise the voice and the face of your grandfather
-what does the marble do?
-grandpa, what are you doing here?
awake
You wake up in complete darkness, it makes no difference whether you close or open your eyes, the ground is moist and smells like mud, cold wind is making you shiver, suddenly the wind seems to be whistling a melody, which you remember from kindergarten, not knowing where it comes from, you:
shout -Is anyone there?!
start singing the song
shout -Is anyone there?!
start singing the song
younger
you feel safer with your childhood memories coming back, the wind gets warmer and the darkness gains colours slowly forming blured creature-like shapes around you, you can see your hand, but notice how it gets smaller and realise that your whole body is shrinking, you become a child in few seconds, you look around and among many wonders, your attention is drawn to:
a glass marble
a blue giraffe
a glass marble
a blue giraffe
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