Outrageous Behaviour
You’re not gunna believe this!
I went to a world where everybody was an idiot! I mean everybody, in fact, on this odd planet, idiocy was so normal that intelligence was attacked and any being that showed any signs of it was mocked and mentally stoned by the masses. Continue reading
Delicious feelings
I will destroy
I am aware that somehow, I chose to be here. Here, floating in this soup of exquisite colour and formlessness. Continue reading
What I am
I was curious
It was a dull gray morning, the air was damp and heavy. I was wandering aimlessly, exploring this peculiar town. I don't even know its name. I can't recall how I got here.
A street sign dangling over a dark entrance caught my attention. 'What I Am Lane'. I was curious. Foolishly, I stepped into the narrow slot between the dirty buildings.
What an odd street, it stretched out as far as I could see, an endless alley, framed by scarred stones and age-weary bricks, no windows, no life, even the sky looked flat, dead. The atmosphere seemed to be weighing down on me, crushing against my chest. It was hard to even breathe. I gasped for air.
The ground moved, I felt a shudder. I turned to flee. There was no exit, just a long, long alley. I turned back, there was no exit, just a long, long alley. I'm trapped on 'What I Am Lane'. I can never get off.
I panicked. I think I died.
Inside out world
I imagine my imagination
I imagine a world in a bubble. My world is on the inside of the bubble and space is in the middle of the bubble. We still have an infinite sky because distance is logarithmic. The further you travel in time, the longer distance becomes, so you can never arrive. Space still can’t be conquered because it takes to long to arrive anywhere.
It is like infinity in a bubble. The centre is impossible to reach, it is infinite. There is a sun and planets and everything that you see when you look up into the earth’s sky.
I wondered where such a place could exist? Then one day I realized that man cannot go further than a few miles through the earth’s crust. I wonder if my inverted world lives on the inside of this polluted world?
Maybe I'm not imagining it. Maybe it's true. Maybe my imagining it, makes it true!
How will I ever know?
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