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- TITLE:WHEN TIME FORGETS THE WAY by CECHI
- PALETTE:0333 0889 0b9a 06ac
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- WHEN TIME FORGETS THE WAY
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- By Macno
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- You are listening some music on your bed, leaving the mind to voyage in its
- endless trips on the musical waves, letting the notes flow in your brain.
- The hour is late and the music is quite soporific, it jokes with your fantasies
- melting down logic with animal instincts.
- Your eyes are closed and opened and closed and opened until you don't know
- anymore if they are seeing something or not, what they look is not perceived by
- your mind, the opened eyelips just let the light to enter in an empty skull,
- where any sing of rational thought is lost.
- Suddenly you feel something strange, you don't manage to grab and fix what is
- this abnormal particular till you stare the clock in front of your bed: its
- pointers are running in the wrong direction. They are going back in time,
- ticking seconds to the wrong side, fooling centuries of history and science.
- The insane clock wakes your mind, gives sight to your eyes.
- A zany mechanical trouble, you think, and you turn again your attention to the
- music, trying to ignore the fact. Few seconds pass, you cast a look at the
- mirror on the wall and you see something that worries you, you are seeing
- yourself as you were ten years ago. A kid, more or less, with the clothes of a
- kid and the look of a kid. It is so inexplicable, you don't notice anything
- else particular happening. You look again the clock, it is going always in the
- wrong direction, you look the mirror and you saw an infant. You seem in normal
- conditions, your hands, your clothes, your body is the same have always owned,
- there is only the cheating mirror showing an image of your past and the clock,
- reminding you that you're going to the past.
- You don't feel at your ease, you wonder if you are dreaming, if someone is
- somehow joking with you, you glance again the clock and strangely surprised you
- see its pointers still. The reverse movement is stopped, you wonder if time has
- stopped to go in the wrong direction.
- It's cold now, very cold. You stand up but your movements are slow, there is
- something strange in the air, it's like liquid, more dense, it grasps your legs
- and your skin.
- You breath, with an impressive fatigue. It has become hard to breath.
- You look again at the mirror and this time the mirror doesn't show anything,
- anything at all, it reflects the furnitures in front of it but it doesn't
- reflect your body.
- You feel like a fly drowning in the spit of an evil kid.
- From the ceiling a huge tongue licks your head and disgusted it moans "Too less
- salt". It slimes away and it leaves in the bedroom a terrible smell of spit and
- decomposed organic matter.
- On the ground you see the cadaver of a dog. It doesn't remain much of it, it's
- completely dismayed, a long cut opens its head. Among the grey brain matter you
- notice something moving. Worms or maybe just words or even totally new worlds.
- You stare the brain better and the mirror fills your mind, it shows a lunar
- landscape.
- You wonder if you are an ectoplasm or a vampire or a joke of a mad cartoon. You
- decide that it's better to drink something, to refresh the brain, to breath
- again.
- A huge can of coke walks into your bedroom. It says "Drink me or die". You
- drink to survive but the coke is wine and the wine is the blood of Christ.
- You clean your mouth with your right hand, the blood is already coagulated.
- You try to open your mouth but you can't. A mask of solid blood covers your
- teeth.
- Your feet follow you to the kitchen, you take a bottle of water from the fridge,
- you drink it all, without pauses, almost like a liberation. You don't notice
- that some water seems to turn into a black liquor just before entering in your
- mouth. You look down again. In the place of the dead dog there is now your
- body.
- It smells, insects are running out from the mouth, an eye is out of its orbit,
- it looks you disgusted. The head of your corpse has a long cut, deep to the
- bone.
- Where you hoped to see your brain there is blood. Brown coagulated blood.
- You realize that the blood of the Cross has eaten up your brain, your sight,
- your words. It's the Revelation.
- You touch yourself, you wonder how you can see your body on the ground if you
- are standing up.
- You understand: you are the mirror.
- A deep breath of relief fills your silicon lungs. You seem to see things in a
- more detached way, life has a brand new color now. Your body on the ground
- closes his eyes, your mirror ego standing up walks to the wall, to join the real
- mirror. You fly back to your bed, where the music starts to come back on your
- ears. It's all accomplished now.
- Before waking up for real you finally understand that you were dreaming.
- "Nice dream", you say with a strange feeble voice.
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- Thanks. See you next night.
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