I am in a room. the door is closed. then disappears. the windows are boarded. shut. then disappear. the walls start moving. closing in. then disappear. people appear as a mass. their lips are moving. but they say nothing. I am searching for a face. that feels familiar. I disappear.
I am in another room. it is a cathedral. my imaginary man appears. hovering above me. covered in a golden robe. he speaks to me. his voice is thunder. his words are ancient. he is my master. he is my god. I disappear.
I am back. in that other room. the people reappear. they become trees. trees made of paper. one piece of paper. a forest of paper trees. my arms are elastic. I extend them. around the world. I cut them up. the trees. make them individuals. free to leave the forest.
there are babies in the corners. they have new brains. filled with billions of creatures. bumping into each other. they are strangers. hoping to make connections. hoping to become familiar. hoping to create a new voice. hoping to create a new language.
I introduce myself to them. but I don’t think they understand. to them. I am moving lips. saying nothing.
that one reason humanity survived so long is that through being close to each other needing each other it was able to work together and build civilizations of millions
and now it has met a rival that forces it to equate “working together” with staying away from each other
I memorize the 15 day steps. but I don’t believe. in the timeline.
the trap is set. a month or more. in isolation. my mind is laughing. it is not alone. it is a pack. of scavengers. waiting. my mind is cackling. it is not alone.
my lips are sealed. my voice is silent. my hands are drunk. on alcohol. they are clean. and cracked. nothing can live. on them.
I do not touch. my face. (I am lying). I have too many. nervous ticks. to stop. they are habits. decades in the making.
even the prospect. of death. can’t change me. that much. I am normal. in that way. my mind is laughing. it is not alone.