The Official Hog Blog
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I was at the top of some building, as high as a skyscapers. the building's edges began to close in - slowly - around me. It became clear that I was being tested, by whom I don't know, which fascinated me more than the building changing size and dimension. Not to mention that as I looked down , I saw that my arms werenothing more than shards and jutting angles of the bluest crystal I'd ever laid eyes on. This crystal was in very much the same shape of my own arms, so they had to be mine. I waved the alien arms around to assure myself that I wasn't dreaming, and sure enough they were my appendages, and not only my arms but my entire body had become blue crystal.
Moving in even faster, the building was getting too close, and I could see that soon I could easily lose balance, slip, and fall. From this height - especially with my newly acquired fragility - that wasn't anything I could consider as healthy. Creeping over to the edge, I dangled a foot as if to test it's real-ness.
When my foot left the building, it became skin and bone.
it was then that i became confused and unbalanced - i felt
my entire body return to skin and bone
the air rushed around my face, and loudly inside of my ears
the buildings windows soared past me at an ever fast pace
cement rushed towards me as, face down, I plummeted
with people so near I could smell them
From a postcard to R___ & J__ :
I guess that you too, my friends, have wondered what it is that happens to a man when he can no longer see himself and can no longer grasp himself with the inner hands that hold that part of us (which part, or what to call it, I know not) which flees those unfortunate others. 'How abominable it must be,' I once told myself, 'to watch as some portion divorces itself from the rest and to have not even the power to lift one of those inner hands to simply give a grievous final gesture of farewell.' Imagine, however, the converse. Imagine a man walking down the streets as some part of him steals away as if in the night by imperceptible increments not even granting him enough awareness of its departure to that irreparable dissolution of the psychic union (what seemed indubitably indestructible breaks apart here without the slightest tremor or convulsion, and within---who knows…days, even hours…perhaps even minutes? all is lost and a shell walks those streets).
signed, Neo
