Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Circles of fear

I see no reason to lie further.

Death is inevitable at the rate I pursue this straight maze, turning continuously with the wheels of this bicycle built for two.

The Camper Who Gave forcefed me the conclusion to my life: I will reach the end of this straight line, and I will be greeted by a blind man. He will say one sentence to me, and then he will put my Piece back on the board.

The Camper Who Gave forcefed me the conclusion to my life: I will reach the end of this straight line, and I will be greeted by a man in a gas mask. He will say one sentence to me, and then he will leave me here over there forever to bask in the paradox of existing past death.

Inside the door laying at the end of the straight line, I met the blind man. He said to me, "Turn around, the cycle's big enough for a second."

Inside the door laying at the end of the straight line, I met the man in the gas mask. He said to me, "One does not exist over there, so you get freedom to cycle with every option you choose."

The wheels of time keep turning, and the fires of man continue burning. This rotation is over; there is sand in my wheels. One wheel turns, the other ends.

It's almost like a paradox.

Monday, 23 January 2012

Continuous Rotation

The world is continuously on rotation. We move in circles, balanced all the while on the line of a gleaming razor's straight edge.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I am still in this circle. I am continuing with my life, giving my fool's lectures, living the simple land. How fast, I have grown.

The wheel keeps turning. I have never left the hallway of doors, and I never will. I have never left the silence of Sussex, and I never can. Over there is over here, and over here, I am never alone.

Dipere, elsewhere in this straightforward maze, has been with me all my life. His teachings have told me that.

Good life, but it's almost over.

Sunday, 22 January 2012


I can hear the man with the gas mask occasionally enter and exit doors in the hall. He has no difficulty leaving over there, for he has purposes inside and out.

My purpose is at the end of this line and nowhere else. I have met all I can and discussed everyone I need. There is no need for anything but rotation now.

Saturday, 21 January 2012


I know of my own mortality. This hallway has many doors, but it is not endless. I can't run in every door before the Hands pick me up and put me back on the board.

I will die over there.

Friday, 20 January 2012

Becoming Two

We came to the point in the hallway where the straight line became two.

Dipere and I shook hands and went on our ways. We did not want to part, but we had to follow the straight line.

The doors grow, as if allowing for men of taller height than I. Perhaps I will soon meet a man such as that.

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

The clarity of it all

Dipere led me between two trees, and we entered a small blue room with a man waiting for us with his back turned.

"Come no further. I am The Camper Who Gave. I will give you knowledge, I will give you suffering. I will give you everything that I never had, and all that I will take from you is the bliss of ignorance."

And then he turned to face me, and I stared into eight eyes with five pupils each. His two mouths spoke from whence his ears once were, and I knew.

Edward, the student from my class in my old life, was a victim of the same Hand as Srotvi. I was to share a Hand with Julian, though whether we would be victims or benefited is up to the speculation of yourself.

What happened next is unclear. I can only recall a sensation similar to falling for an incredibly long amount of time.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012


I asked Dipere about the Hands and the Pieces. He said we are the Pieces. Not just him and myself, but the Piece universe is our universe. We are moved in the eternal Chinese Backgammon board, overtaking others and falling victim to some. The school I work in is just a facet of this board, the students in my class are all Pieces moved by different Hands.

Sometimes the game is naturally moved, with Pieces moving by the cause-and-effect algorithm that we call "life." A Piece would ask another Piece for help with homework not because of the Hands moving us, but because another Piece expects the homework from him. The Hands come in when Pieces run into a scenario no escape is possible within. They need a helping Hand to get them out.

Smoke and mirrors, and all Pieces see are the obfuscations that we're allowed to see.

Monday, 16 January 2012

Memories fall

Today was spent chasing our memories. Mine were clear and without dilution, but Dipere had difficulties with the finer points.

I asked Dipere about his teachings, but he doesn't remember them very well. He told me about a creature with no remorse, a creature whose name eludes him. This creature seeks control of the superficial elements like human life, and it is she that drove Srotvi over the sharp edge of the blades of reality.

I asked Dipere about our locale amidst the stars, and he knows roughly as much as I do. He knows this land is called "over there," and it is behind all the doors we fear.

"Fear is an odd thing. We create the feeling, usually with logic behind our imagination. Sometimes our emotions get the better of us and the fear is unnecessary. But sometimes, our fear is created by something external; sometimes we did not create the chemicals running through our head. Sometimes, it's created by a Hand."

Sunday, 15 January 2012


I had just brushed shoulders with cloaked death in glory when I discovered the straight line was coming to an end. I had followed the straight line, and now I paradox a in end met Julian Dipere.

Dipere is a man older than I, with much experience in the paradoxed streets. When I met Dipere, I began by telling him I had been looking for him will line my then ever since I learned of his works. He turned to me and whispered in a loud voice, "Welcome to over there."

I am over there. and all forget will I

Saturday, 14 January 2012

The Red Queen's Race

I spent today descending a spiral staircase. Each revolution would lead me back to the same door.

I spent today ascending a eighty-storey skyscraper via an elevator with eight-hundred buttons.

I spent today in the Red Queen's race, making constant running on the mobius strip conveyor belt but getting nowhere.

If I want to get anywhere, I'll have to run twice as fast.

I spent today spending the day tomorrow.