Memories of a Disrupted Flow of Energy (chapter 5)
5: Cold and empty
Where did it go? It’s vanished again. I really don’t have the patience for this kind of game any longer. I can’t stand it when it does that. But if I leave it alone for a while it will probably come back out. It always does. So, I venture back down to the living room.
The living room is dark and menacing. Cold and empty. I can’t see it, but I know that in the corner the TV’s staring at me. I’ve always had an animosity towards that thing. And I know that the feeling is mutual. Even now, in complete darkness, can I sense its disgusting neon glare. I fall down into the sofa and try to force the ugly presence out of my head. I know it’s futile, but I had to give it a try.
I fumble in the dark for the remote, and turn on the TV. It comes to life in a flash of colours. Red, blue, green, purple, red, black, violet, green, yellow, indigo, white, orange, purple, pink. I can’t seem to remember which is which anymore, but it doesn’t really matter. Or does it? I know there is an answer to that question somewhere, but I can’t be bothered to go find it. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. I wonder what went wrong…
There is nothing on…
Just a blur…
Everything has seemed to fade into a blur lately. Something has gone wrong there too.
Well, now.
If I concentrate very hard on the colours, then maybe the will yield into something. Something meaningful…
No…
It doesn’t work.
Where did it go? It’s vanished again. I really don’t have the patience for this kind of game any longer. I can’t stand it when it does that. But if I leave it alone for a while it will probably come back out. It always does. So, I venture back down to the living room.
The living room is dark and menacing. Cold and empty. I can’t see it, but I know that in the corner the TV’s staring at me. I’ve always had an animosity towards that thing. And I know that the feeling is mutual. Even now, in complete darkness, can I sense its disgusting neon glare. I fall down into the sofa and try to force the ugly presence out of my head. I know it’s futile, but I had to give it a try.
I fumble in the dark for the remote, and turn on the TV. It comes to life in a flash of colours. Red, blue, green, purple, red, black, violet, green, yellow, indigo, white, orange, purple, pink. I can’t seem to remember which is which anymore, but it doesn’t really matter. Or does it? I know there is an answer to that question somewhere, but I can’t be bothered to go find it. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. I wonder what went wrong…
There is nothing on…
Just a blur…
Everything has seemed to fade into a blur lately. Something has gone wrong there too.
Well, now.
If I concentrate very hard on the colours, then maybe the will yield into something. Something meaningful…
No…
It doesn’t work.
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