forever winter

buried in a safe pile of snow


Welcome to a quiet world.. · Б·ФЖЧ·Ђ · I envisioned what it resembles to be the light, to be nothing, to be no one, to be just a vacant mind in the void, to be only an imperceptible word in an empty book, simply the reflection in a momentary reality. It was when the thought occurred to me to be you.

Imagine holding the key in your hands. The key which unlocks the gate that allows you to travel from your current existence into all other, previous and future, parallel and eternal lives. Imagine how you enter this tunnel now, how you pass through it, alone, through the power of your imagination, through the force of sheer fantasy. It is through the door of oblivion that you pass from your thoughts into the existence of all the figures and entities linked to you through the tunnel in your mind.



the smell before rain

May

You have no recollection of the infinitely many dark, black, eternally long hours that you have already spent here, turning and turning around nothingness. Because you've completely forgotten how often, how immeasurably many times you've already read and reread this novel, rearranging it, rewriting it, flipping it over, and rereading it. How you stared into the tunnel inside my mind and pictured the letters you now see before you.

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