Mental Cage ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Complicated, endless, bewildering. Reality, memory, illusion. The existence of nonexistence. Aleph. Merlin, the Idealist. Zahir, Paracelsus. In the cell, in the mirror, in the chambers of the mind.
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Mental Cage ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Complicated, endless, bewildering. Reality, memory, illusion. The existence of nonexistence. Aleph. Merlin, the Idealist. Zahir, Paracelsus. In the cell, in the mirror, in the chambers of the mind.
Theory: Psychubes are Vertin's creations.
I originally posted this idea to Reddit but I figured making a proper post here would be good for future reference since I use Tumblr more often. I've also expanded on it a wee bit.
Tiny Wish ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
A leaf falls from a branch. Flee, flee further still, says the wind, Otherwise, you'll turn to sludge. I wish to fly toward the rapids, I wish to fly toward the gorge, The leaf replies, See, over there, even the ants are still fighting.
Aurora After Winter ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Inhale, take a step forward—preserve those old memories in your shell, Jump, twirl—catch the last glimmers of starlight before the vanish. Infinite paths lie ahead, but only you, my little lilac, Amidst the swaying of rings, I imagine the whisper of spring's approach. And after the snow, what face will spring wear?
The Final Roll ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
One last spin is all that remains, the ending of the story you long for, the ending that belongs to you, to the ghost, to everyone. Roll the die one last time! No longer heavy, no longer absurd- Look, it gleams in the dunes of night.
Ready on Call ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
A black plastic shell, smooth like temple bricks. Ten digits stand in line, fingertips leap into tiny squares. The child who once played hopscotch has grown up, now steps on the keypad. Beep-boop, beep-boop - the heartbeat and the signal chime together. Please pick up, old friend, new friend. I will tell you of this spring, as it was when we were ten years old.
As the Bell Tolls ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Behold, this worn yet even glow of memory, Plunging with a "plunk" through the crimson clouds. The evening bell summons recollections from the grave, Turning to white doves - weightless now, no longer burning. And I wait, for its tireless, infinite returns.
Off the Scene ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
Makeup removed, costume shed, the camera left behind. The setting sun quietly mocks the endless rewrites in the margins. How is one meant to act out the rest of their life? A monologue, laced with irony.