@shockarock Hello again!
It has been a while, hasn't it?
After the recent developments ... I felt it was only fair to make sure you all knew I wasn't dead.
Still kicking. For better or worse. ๐ฐ
Days go by like they were never there. One second tangible; gone the next. As if they never existed at all. They only exist in your memories.
Memories.
You can't trust your memories any more than you can trust anything else down here. ๐ฐ
โThe whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.โ
โ Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
I feel as if this quote is relevant. ๐ฐ
Every night I pray for a miracle. A change. For this dreadful cycle to break.
But yet it all remains the same. No matter what I do- what anyone does, there is never a lasting impact.
Nothing changes. History repeats. ๐ฐ
As I blow these candles out, I have but one wish. Just one.
Please, lord- let me leave this hellish place, to see my wife and daughter's face again, uncorrupted. To be able to feel warmth. To feel the air in my lungs.
That's all I want.
That is ... all I want. ๐ฐ
There is a tradition; where you blow out the candles on your cake, and you make a wish. For what its worth- I have candles. No cake though, but hopefully it counts regardless.
Sunday, April 14, 1946. 4:14 AM.
A moment of pain and terror, captured and perfectly preserved. Like a photograph in motion. Time continues, yet remains still. Moving pictures.
An illusion of life. ๐ฐ
Time is frozen down here. Every single clock stopped at once.
Time has not progressed since then.
You might say- that just because the clock is still does not mean that time also halts. But you'd be wrong.
I've been here long enough to know that much.
Time has not progressed since the moment the clocks ceased their motion. Of this, I am positive.
Time does not exist here- wherever 'here' is. This isn't the studio anymore; that's for certain. It's somewhere- no, something else.