Bloodslick

Ignorance

Shh.

Turn towards the wall. That's a good lad. Now be very slack, be very still.

No, you mustn't look at them! How do you expect it to work when your eyes are boring them new holes?

Look down. Let your eyes glaze over. Yes, that's it. A little waiting now, a bit of blankness.

It's time to move. Look around vaguely. Keep your eyes glassy. Concentrate on things, but never act as if you actually see them.

Slouch a bit for us. There. Shuffle along slowly, in a straight line. Eyes down, head down, shoulders down is the way. Mustn't make waves, mustn't but mumble if we're bumped.

To the stairs now. Move off to the side. Climb slowly. Don't look at the daylight; eyes down, head down, shoulders down . . . eyes down, head . . . Mustn't look at them. Mustn't look at the blood, mustn't look at your shirt, mustn't wipe off your hands, mustn't . . .

Eyes down, head down, shoulders down . . .

losthellhound

Thats very good. I cant help but hear the punch clock .. Or cattle.. (which is my favorite sound to make when in a group of simple minded people being pushed along.. people in subways hate me *hehe*)

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

J.R.V.A.

Good stuff, Thanks for the read

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Bloodslick

Looking back, I'm a bit disappointed. I think the original concept is a good one, but my rendering of it needs work.

Thanks for the positive feedback. I'll post more as I'm inclined.

Bloodslick

Mmmmm, that felt good. Wait.

What time is it?!

Where is she? Was she here and gone? Did she never come? Why did I have to go to sleep in the first place?!

I must be calm.

Calm with worry. Sure. Calm with worry.

She'll come. She'll tell me what happened, and we'll laugh.



SOMEONE will come . . . eventually . . .

They'll tell me what happened, and we'll sit in silence.

Calm with worry. . . . Sure.

Bloodslick

It's so dark here. Let me turn on a light.

That's better. Only, now I can see how many people aren't around. I'm the only one here.

It's still so dark outside. This one room seems like the single island of light and life in the universe. Did the rest just disappear? Is there anything outside my door?

I don't want to go outside to check. Who knows what's out there? I don't want to interact with that uncertainty.

My radio. That's the answer.

If my radio still works, then somewhere in the world there is a person programming songs and advertisements, choosing what signal will be sent into the void and picked up by my receiver. Somewhere, there is a person reading the day's headlines, and somewhere there is a person offering concert tickets to a lucky winner. There is life in the world if my radio works.

Where did my lights go?

Do I have any batteries?