There was a persisting shadow in her room, so she closed the shutters and carefully pulled the curtains to drown the dark spot in complete darkness. I don’t know what happened after that, I think she disappeared.
Catching rare moths and wandering breaths is not an activity, but it does keep him busy. His mind needs to collect; subtractions make him dizzy. Rituals, on the other hand, especially those that allow him to fill himself up and then empty again, are reassuring and require complete loneliness. They feel like a long, hot bath: they make him disappear.
Those vanishing characters are troublesome, my imagination fails to recover their missing features and elusive nature.
BRILLIANT! I am totally into this and wish I did write it... The concreteness, the exactness and precision of choice of detail and image to convey The Lost and the process of becoming lost: reduction, subtraction; filling and emptying. Powerful writing as always, Axilea. xx
Sometimes, I find the dark and particularly silence very therapeutic. A most engaging offering, Axilea. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes,
Sensations and images that pass through us, that we grasp and understand for a moment but never hold and yet we do hold in a certain form of memory or recall, eidetic; a strange focus that dementia (certainly not yours personally!) knows but finds difficult to come to terms with and even more difficult to share or explain.
You know what this suffering is, Axilea, you must have access to it through observation and reaction.
John
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2010
Another beauty. I really enjoy your work. Take care.
"...His mind needs to collect; subtractions make him dizzy..." swimming in deepest shadows will alert the senses but then...thoughts will drown if a gulp of reality doesn't filled its ethereal gossamer lungs...
Addictive, your wording here. Like a droning melancholy, and yet clinical, like a report for paranoid schizophrenic patients.
I've heard of people hitting "rock bottom" before, and then, when their toes touched the stones, were able to shove off and become someone else they hadn't been before--found themselves in losing it in causes they came to believe in. But these two seem to have gone beyond that recovery point--sunk deeper-- gone to absolute zero, and disappeared. Perhaps that's what it would feel like to have your soul sucked out by "dementors". Alcoholism and drug-induced stupors also come to mind. And when there's that little of a soul left to describe, even someone's imagination as lively as yours can only come up with zeros, because that's just what they've become, mere ciphers with faded rims. What a waste of humanity. Very sad. --Charlie
As deafness, illness, and demonic forces close in around him, Ludwig van Beethoven must summon his faith and genius to complete the Missa Solemnis—a sacred masterpiece he believes could bring divine light into a darkening world.
Part Three in the Mu Series - Sarah Thompson reluctantly abandons her desperate search for her soul mate on Maui and returns to her Montana hometown. Her brother has had a terrible accident...
As deafness, illness, and demonic forces close in around him, Ludwig van Beethoven must summon his faith and genius to complete the Missa Solemnis—a sacred masterpiece he believes could bring divine light into a darkening world.
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I've heard of people hitting "rock bottom" before, and then, when their toes touched the stones, were able to shove off and become someone else they hadn't been before--found themselves in losing it in causes they came to believe in. But these two seem to have gone beyond that recovery point--sunk deeper-- gone to absolute zero, and disappeared. Perhaps that's what it would feel like to have your soul sucked out by "dementors". Alcoholism and drug-induced stupors also come to mind. And when there's that little of a soul left to describe, even someone's imagination as lively as yours can only come up with zeros, because that's just what they've become, mere ciphers with faded rims. What a waste of humanity. Very sad. --Charlie