The Fallen

I looked down from an unthinkable height and saw an enormous body, made of the same blue stone from the chamber where we found the ruby.

II

I haven’t a clue how I’m supposed to get out of here. I have been imprisoned by this giant gemstone. I can’t even explain how I ended up in here. I can’t find a way out of here. Under me. Above me. Left. Right. Nowhere. Can I still breathe? I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, which has never felt so relieving before. Continue reading “The Fallen”

The Fallen

The blackness of the stone enchanted me. The dark cover made me think there was something behind it. Something I could not yet see.

I

From up here it kind of looked like a zit, or maybe an ancient eye of the earth that sees all. It’ll be my first time being in one. I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to show my nerves. I was in a team with four men: Dare, Livingstone, Burns and Bennett. They were chatting away like teenage girls so I turned off the communication on my headphones. Continue reading “The Fallen”

The River

The following I would rather not remember, but since the nature of my investigation is dependant on this, it’s my task to do so.

Naivety and young curiosity are what brought this painful destiny upon me. I’m not exactly sure where this inquisitiveness for knowledge of the macabre originated from, but I wish it had never crossed paths with me. My obsession and doubts about ‘nothing’ after death has resulted in nothing other than regret after my six-year long research. Continue reading “The River”

Falco B.’s Balloon II

Visions of worlds experienced through sleep and imagination, maybe even truer than what I see when awake.

Ever since my experience on the train I have resorted to sleep. Dreams have become my reality since reality clearly wasn’t meant to be mine. Since the understanding that not only can I never know how the worlds of others look, I can’t even understand my own if I keep busy with everybody else’s. Continue reading “Falco B.’s Balloon II”

Falco B.’s Balloon

The mirror of their soul’s black centre briefly touching mine makes me wonder if there is any way of ever finding out what’s behind.

At this crossroad of travelling none of our minds choose to be here, only our bodies do. Passing through a chaos of other bodies, but our souls already arriving at the destination we desire. I have grown fond of the train station I pass through so often. Its high ceiling, natural light and open space bring a sense of freedom. Continue reading “Falco B.’s Balloon”

Casimir

Step by step I make my way through the house, arching my back so I don’t hit the ceiling. The creaking of the floor reassures me in a way, it means that I haven’t fallen into oblivion yet.

Step by step I make my way through the house, arching my back so I don’t hit the ceiling. The creaking of the floor reassures me in a way, it means that I haven’t fallen into oblivion yet. Eyes closed and hands forward I search my way to the oil lamp I keep somewhere on my desk. I’ve only been here a day and I don’t yet have a mental picture of the place I’m staying. Continue reading “Casimir”