I mean, after all, the images in my head wont stop coming.
What is this chapel? The walls look like they are made of ivory. Its all so white. The chairs are crystalline and see through. As i look down the isle, it stretches for miles on end both in front and behind.
Why do these images keep popping up in my head? What are these places that run through my imagination? Do they have some unconscious meaning that I'm not aware of?
I walk down the isle. It feels so endless as I walk for what seems like hours. There's nothing, no differences. Just the same chairs and the same ivory columns passing by. What am I even looking for?
The voice sounds like it was spoken right behind me, but there's nothing there when i turn around.
who is asking that question? I would rather ask them where I am.
... why... why does it matter? I want to know. I need to know. I don't need someone to ask me anymore questions. I already have too many.
If this is an unconscious way of asking more questions then I don't want any of it. If this is simply an Introspection, I want some answers, not some more pointless questions.
Just then, i noticed an outline of a person standing in front of me. It was just an outline though, a black outline of emptiness, like someone took a saw and sawed them straight out of reality, leaving a perfect pile of pitch black wood dust around the area they cut.
I couldn't see his face, or any part of him or it for that matter. But they moved. It, moved. The outline sat in the air and placed its outlined head on its outlined arm.
You come here looking for answers, yet all you get are more questions. Why do you think that is?
"you tell me. I'm the one that's asking you."
Why do you ask If all you get are more questions?
"ugh i didn't come here to debate philosophy."
"Thats a good point, I'm leaving."
And with that, I walked back the way I came.. I think.
I'm asking why you are here.
The tone in that last question made me shudder,
It sounded like he was snickering.
