Makyo in My Mind
hallucinations of the unconscious eye
The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form




















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Monday, November 24, 2003
 
Being All Here
10-30-1997

Family sad. I tell them it's hopeless. Even if my body were rejuvenated, my brain wouldn't be. Grandpa said I should keep my mental abilities, and I get into an argument about 90% of you is physical, and explain how the brain works. Uncle Mark backs me up. I'm really mad and frustrated I'm dead, but at least I can do/go where I want. Mad at myself for not getting with Rachael before I died. Go into a building. Some guy has a rejuvenation station. I mock him.

In a messed up version of mom's condo. Go work at lab, where there's a hole to an underground, underwater place where I like to seclude myself in sensory deprivation. It gets repaired. Another room where people float around and feel each other up all the time.

Stepping on sharp rocks at my mom's, in my bare feet. Andrew gets a tent set since he's so serious about tents.

Dead, a ghost, invisible, but sometimes I wear visible clothes. Go to an arcade. Lots of jerks there. Some guy steals my change and makes me mad. I make like I'm gonna hit some other guy, and he gets defensive. He says he can see me and says to follow me. This is my chance, but I mess it up and this landlord asshole chases after by the sound of my footsteps. When dawn comes, the morning sunlight makes me visible, and he attacks. I'm somehow very strong and I crush his skull on the concrete. I get stronger. Walk in the projects, meet some black kids...have clothes on again. Looking for cans. Joke about me not "being all here" yet.




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