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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fE6fiJJFHA your old neighbors celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary are dancing in front of the window you smell rain, a light drizzle, just a mist on your face, you keep on walking |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8BfR2FROZE you stop outside a diner feeling a lil hungry. its the diner you grew up with. you haven't been here in years. your hand rests on the handle and you're about to open the door but realize it'll be the first time you'll be in there since breaking up with your first long term girlfriend you still sometimes think about. maybe more often than you like. you think of a nice moment. you take your hand off the rung. you keep walking. slumpy |
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Jan 28, 2020 02:57
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiKWfcy-Z70 You must have gone through a door you shouldn't have because after you left that abandoned office everybody looks and sounds like a ghost and you can see them, but they can't see you. You watch them try and find you, your family, friends, the police and FBI. "I'm right here," you say, but it doesn't matter. You go back to see if you can go back through the door, or at least find your own dead body, but you can't find it.
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Jan 28, 2020 03:11
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confused and a bit frightened you vacantly walk out of that horrible scene in that sea of cubicles. a feeling of immeasurable waste fills you. you distantly know whats going on but the answer isn't something you can reach. you notice you're closer to hovering on each step rather than making contact with earth https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVnSFj6XQZY a strange glow erupts around you and a hazy orange orb of light hangs above. there is no rain. just the dancing of shadows around you that slowly make their form better known. the sound of celebration, but its not a positive feeling. like the victory of an enemy. slumpy |
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Jan 28, 2020 03:22
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oikcyUN5jA You try to go back to places you know, but when you find them everything is somehow larger and more drawn out. You can still recognize them, but they are now complex and maze-like. Individual rooms seem to be occupying several different states of time and are yet whole. Small buildings are gigantic and large buildings can go on for miles. You can pick your feet up and glide a bit now. It feels nice but every time you do it you feel yourself becoming distant and thin. You fear what will happen if you do it for too long.
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Jan 28, 2020 03:51
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as you approach the house, but before you can see it you hear a door slam, and turn the corner in time to see a man rush down the driveway and into the street. he fumbles with his keys, finally unlocking the driver door, and the sound of a sob is cut off by a slam of the door closing, and the engine starting up. in a moment, as you pass, the moans of an animal in pain become more clear. you glance to your left, and meet his red eyed gaze. the animal silences and retreats, and a wisp of humanity returns to his eyes as he quickly coughs and wipes tears away, and plugs in his phone to the auxilary cord. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPV3V9U5uik you speed your pace to give this man space to mourn, but as soon as you are a few moments away you can hear the howls begin again.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbsbwTzMntM You can't remember how you found the house, stumbling through the neighborhood in some half-awake state, looking desperately for confirmation, perhaps of your own sense of self, perhaps something greater and more alien than that. You try the handle and find the door unlocked, gliding back soundlessly on oiled hinges, in contrast to the ramshackle state of the house itself. You step through and are instantly transported. You're not so much through the looking glass as kind of half way through it, trapped in an interdemensional waiting room, the kind with four off-white walls and a receptionist who tries her hardest (and succeeds) to believe that you and everyone else like you does not exist. The muzak piping softly through a speaker has jazz as a baseline but played in time signatures that have not yet and never will be discovered, or perhaps they are merely forgotten. The only thing to read is an infinite stack of back-issues of Arthritic Marathon Enthusiasts Monthly and the only other occupant is an elderly grandmother knitting a comfy-looking sweater out of the very fabric of spacetime who when pressed gives a low chuckle, and says in the voice of the person you loved most in the world that “we’re all just waiting for something to happen”. The big screen that says NOW SERVING NUMBER: will never bring up the number on your ticket, because as discussed above, you and others like you do not and will never exist. Human dark matter, whose existence is only hypothesized but never explicitly proven.
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