emptiness

The only way out is through the mist. A foghorn blasts into the chilly night air. I live beside the ocean-side in a cottage. It is early morning. The artificial yellow lights glow softly. Everything exists in a 10 meter parameter. After that, vision is obstructed. It is eerily silent and still. The past is nonexistence and future ideals are fleeting. All that exists are these 10 meters of vision. As you think about this you feel cold and lonely. The emptiness seems profound. You continue walking forward, but nothing surprises you. Its as if you've been here before. And you have a million times. You try and pinch yourself. This must be a lucid dream. It is. Your heart flutters. You wait for it to end, and for you to wake up and go about your day. As you wake up the state permeates leaving you in an existential fog. Choices lead to choices, but there's clearly not enough information to really make educated decisions. That does give a new sense of freedom, a new lease on life, you think to yourself. Perhaps, perhaps not. But you have friends and lovers, and you huddle closer to sources of heat.

  

Reviews

[roarke]

Adakata, you definitely know how to set a pitch. Existential fog... I know it well. It's been suggested reality is when you are asleep and dreaming, and rest is when you are awake, I think this piece follows that suggestion. Nice writing.