The Opening

You sit alone in the dark of an ornate theater, front row center. The massive stage sits empty, curtains swung open, adorning the sides of the performance space like a pair of french doors folded into the inside of a well consolidated room. The folds of the deep red fabric run horizontal, dipping and rising… Continue reading The Opening

After

I don’t feel anymore. Not really. It’s more an echo of what feeling was like, an echo of what traveling in a flesh and pulsing nutrient water casing was like. I exist in sensory deprivation, not having senses. I do still have consciousness and empathy, which actually feels pretty serene now that I no longer… Continue reading After