From the First of December
Farewell my friends, for tonight I embark on a journey. And so rise the crimson waves.
But I’ve got a few parting words.
I read ‘A Season in Hell’ this afternoon and saw that the answer, if real, cannot be found on this earth, but it may lie underground. This earth is a place where we all wander by default in the first small arena of our greater minds.
The mind is the true world, some greater world. It is our most immortal globe.
And all that we see, mere residuals.
I’m going then to the other level. In that basement. There’s the door, adjacent to the main lobby.
It’s in the corner. Don’t mind me.
Don’t mind, that
it was deja vu
…some whisper to you.