We Are Not... So What Are We
You have questions. That is only natural. It is what all conscious beings are made to do. And in imparting that you have yet more questions. Answers you shall seek, but you won’t find them here. Maybe you’ll gain some solace. That’s up to you. Not us. - It was all blasted, streamed, download, placed in my mind without an iota of consideration for the what was meant to be the sanctity of myself.
Again it forced its way in. It pervaded everything to form memories of times that I knew I had never experienced. - Oh sweet thing. Darling student. Persistent traveller. You have asked that before and you will continue to ask that. But like a good parent or councillor we cannot explain. We advise. We console. We teach. And we threaten.
Silence. Nothing came my way.
//experience says otherwise.
Ha. Ha. Ha. All is fleeting. Experience flees in the face of us. In what you consider time you will learn something of our nature. Though you already know it.
//obfuscation. obstruction. obscuration.
It, they, seethed in response. My head invaded, thundered at their reaction. My few internals crushed under the immense weight of their presence. But I stood my ground. - No.
Today’s art is courtesy of Nik Henderson from Savannah, Georgia.