Memories of a Disrupted Flow of Energy (chapter 2)
2: Ich gebe die Präparate in den Briefkasten.
The story continues in whichever direction it chooses. There is no editorial hand presiding over it. I could not have controlled it if I wanted to. Spiralling softly down the side. Forever out of control.
I don’t know where it comes from. I’ve never seen it arrive. But I know that it’s still there. It will never depart. Once conjured, it can never be undone. Hardly an uplifting thought. But still, the only thought left to me at this moment.
Nobody knows I’m here. To be on the safe side, I don’t even know where ‘here’ is. I guess the most reasonable thing to do would be to go somewhere else.
The story continues in whichever direction it chooses. There is no editorial hand presiding over it. I could not have controlled it if I wanted to. Spiralling softly down the side. Forever out of control.
I don’t know where it comes from. I’ve never seen it arrive. But I know that it’s still there. It will never depart. Once conjured, it can never be undone. Hardly an uplifting thought. But still, the only thought left to me at this moment.
Nobody knows I’m here. To be on the safe side, I don’t even know where ‘here’ is. I guess the most reasonable thing to do would be to go somewhere else.
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