soulscape !!
Soulscape!
You want to question the cobwebs, the dust,why the house, though not very old, has such faulty fusing that the hallway ispitch black, that a sole point of illumination lies in a living room which youhave to fumble your way through darkness, banging your knees upongod-knows-what lays strewn across the floor, just to get there... But thatwould be so horribly uncouth, wouldn’t it? You’re a guest in this home, and soyou tell yourself, it’s the mere result of a life very different to your own,nothing to pay any mind to…
But then you notice, the whole house reeks ofcigarette smoke, enough to churn the stomach of the average person… Ah, but you’renot the average person, nicotine saturates your blood, it’s familiar, comforting to you in its own way...
The light fantastic which you sought, it onlyburns so bright because the lightbulb is exposed, stripped bare of any lampshade tocontain it. He just hasn’t had time tofurnish the place, you think to yourself…
He hands you a stack of playing cards, andimmediately you note that the edges are laced with blood… ‘Someone must have had a papercut’, you tell yourself, and you clingto that thought although the patterns, the saturation of sanguine uponcardboard betray it, you know this,and yet you refuse to acknowledge it. Ah, it’s such a run down, ghastly place to be, you feel it in your bones, but oh, how you tell yourself things aren’t always as terrible as they appear...
