I had awoken in a realm of motion and mayhem. A frightening flurry of tumultuous water spun around me. I had found myself in the eye of a whirling storm and drowning in the zeitgeist of its dancing waves. The water held my breath. I was a hostage and the tornado, my master. I found myself at its mercy, as the force of the storm belittled my very existence.
The tornado had fallen away into whirling floodwaters and I found myself laying submerged. I was swallowed up and funneled down deeper and deeper into the depths of the water while being swirled and swooshed, paced, and pressured; I drifted. Darkness surrounded me, but the drowning sensation had faded.
I found myself laying on the cement of a desolate small suburban town. The air was dry and the heat unrelenting. And the surrounding brush was as brown as the dry dirt just in my line of sight. I lay on the cement with my clothes drenched staring up at the clear blue sky.
A woman appeared before me. Her image changed from moment to moment, like a chameleon seemingly shifting between various aspects of my thoughts in a blink of an eye. I could see her in front of me, yet the vibration of her voice surrounded me and came from every corner. However, I could not make out her words, as questions and confusion flooded my mind, so I found myself unable to comprehend her words through the haze of my own tangled thoughts.
The being provided me with a feeling, as though they were impersonating someone known to me.
We drown in the fragmented memory of the past.
We live in a world with an ever-growing database of a fragmented past; we are constantly being pushed and influenced to interpret that past and this reinterpretation of the past leaves us constantly fighting and debating about that past instead of imagining a different future. So, through this constant interpretation of the fragmented past, we inevitably resolidify and lack a necessary questioning of where we will go in the future.
The fragmented future becomes a desolate wasteland holding the ruins of the past.
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