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u n t i t l e d
The room was about as
empty
as any room could be,
devoid
of anything that could everconsider itself a noun.Instead,
absence
filled every nook and crannywith suchdetermination and force that one might thinkit had some kind of
'
want
',
some kind ofreason which was compelling it to keep itself there.This was rather like a
vacuum
, with the
invisible
wallspresenting themselves as
(
non-existent
) convexes
, leaningtowards what can only be assumed is the 'centre'.And outside of the
invisible
walls:even less than what was inside; a
lack
of
lack
, without asingle bit of
emptiness
; so vast in it's gob smacking'
without
' that it was, in fact, completely full of so much
nothing
that had an electron somehow strayed into this area itwould not be able to move at all through shear quantity of
void.
Fine. I lied to you, and I am sorryfor doing so because I feel I have betrayedyour trust,and I hope you can forgive me; The room itself wasnot quite as emptyas I implied, because just to the 'left' [fromthe point of view of yourmental camera] of the center, and a bitfurther back than you first thought, was a young
Child
.
T
h
e
C
h
ild
, it would seem,was in control of everything within this room,but – on account of only just being born – had not yet instigatedany kind of procreation
wit
h
itself.
Yesterday, [not that anybody other than an omniscient narratorwould know] the aforementioned
Child
was not in this room.Now – however - it was.
T
h
e
C
h
ild
was bored.
[my apologies, but for those of you who have the mental image of
abig, w
h
ite, cubic room
: please think again, you disappoint me.]
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The
Child
opened Her eye, and to Her surprise, found it hurt.It was so
dark.
She blinked.And it went back to
light
again.
T
h
en... There wasthe strangest of sensations,
an electricity
.Could.
whic
h
shot round Her skull,
.This.
throug
h
the silver capillaries,and into Her eye lid.
.Pain?She closed Her eyefor just a moment,then opened it again. .(blink).Now She knew the differencebetween [dark][and][
light
]According to Her, anyway.
Again... There wasthe strangest of sensations,an electricity whic
h
s
h
ot round Her skull,throug
h
t
h
e silver capillaries,and into Her eye lid.
But this time it built up, and it pushed out, and it slid down Herface, leaving a legacy. It crept towards Her chin, slipped, hung onfor dear life, only toDown to the floor, filling the gaps.Puddles, vast and wide.
2
Dr o p . Dr o p . Dr o p . Dr o p . Dr o p . Dr o p . Dr o p .
Streams and rivers... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...She did a blink again.Shedecidedto imagine.
Emerald, maroon, indigo.Long, reaching, tall.
coveringeverywhere
growing, weaving, leaving trails, uprooting
the past,
jealous, rough, relentless,
all happeningbefore Her very eyesa
psychedelic
party of
gargantuanproportions
all in the palm of Her hand.
She saw every thing that She had made, and, behold,
it was
very good.
They
sprawled and spread
and
plowed
on through, like an infinitetank, consuming all in it's path.
Slowly
but incredibly
surely
.The colours
mixed learnt
And then it all came to a suddenStop.
S
h
edidablink again.
The colours, despite their beauty, their tone, and strength.Weren't worth their huewithout the right
light
ing.
3
DevelopedGrew
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