A curious message
From Infictive
"We know you are out there, and we are coming for you."
(5/22/2009)
15 mins till 4 I am now in the laundry mat. Who I am is less pressing...but there is a void space.
This did open a wound... "Damaged Hardware"...
It is like I am seeking a gate to escape from the anxiety and it was sealed off. Who am I that God sealed off the gate? If I am not to escape, who am I and what am I to do?
All seems dim now. Like spent thoughts of a already dead brain. I wish they had a soda machine. Maybe caffeine to lift this lethargy. A voice in the back corner of my mind keeps asking, "am I dead?". Hardly any traffic sounds outside. I've noticed the same light blue company truck go down the street several times, or a series of trucks belonging to the same company. The only other person here at the laundry mat is this lady who hums ancient melodies quietly and seems to have always been here. Those melodies are hauntingly familiar.
