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Nihilism, Scent Therapy & You Part 1
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Posted:Oct 15, 2013 2:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2020 1:47 pm
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It is dark, frightening, frustrating, and unpredictable. Faces appear and disappear without notice. People are manufactured in places ventured and never seen before at the same time. A broken narrative of depravity and unreachable goals. Space and time seems to be distorted and beyond the reach of probability, laws, and logic. The senses are in hyper-overdrive yet deprived of function. I am not bound by anything other than my imagination. I attempt to be logical, moral, and in order in the midst of utter disarray.
Who are you?
I have seen you before. What year is it? Why am I back here? How did I get here? No matter. I have a lot to tell you. Do not make the stupid mistake you are going to make. The same goes with the mistake after that. You will regret it. Take another path. Do not argue with me, I know better.
Since you will not listen, I have to make a phone call. What is the number again? Please repeat it for me, and I will dial them slowly on this slippery keypad. I keep missing numbers. I have to call my wife to get me and rescue me from here. What? Why is the receiver not working? Why is the cord cut? Check the wall and see if it is connected. It might be wireless and will work. It is still not working. I will see if I can get anybody out here to fix it. In the meantime, I have to stay here another day.
How long have I been here? I am very dizzy, and I cannot drive anywhere. Does the car even run? How can it be an automatic and manual at the same time? Why are the pedals so loose? Rust is everywhere, and there are no backseats. The steering wheel seems to work. I cannot even start it. Yet the world outside blurs by with bright lights thrown in the gloom. I can feel the ice-cold wind in my hair. Where am I going? I do not know. All I smell is the rust, pungent foam, pleather, and gasoline. All without hearing an engine run. I am so tired. I lay my head back and close my eyes that hurt so badly from trying to keep them open. Something feels like something is in my eyes to see where I am headed. Closing my eyes makes it feel better.
I move from one side to the other. Feeling every bump in the road. The tires moving on the pavement. I know I have to wake up soon, for it is not safe to keep my eyes closed.
Where does this lead me?
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