it was a big ball of light. the thing that took away all the detail was this hot molten orb. it blinked on and off.
i was walking down ‘the ridge’ a tree lined bit of burn/stream/brook that led on to the cinema on the outskirts of the city. the light came then and took a picture of my soul. when i woke up it was night. there was a xirei sat by me. i remembered who they were from the fifty years i’d spent in this other place.
no time separation to now here. but a large void/valley/crater. it’s called boneache county apparently, according to the xirei. he usually sits around playing video games but now it’s something else. like he knew it from a manual.
boneache county produces at least 4 world class enjoyable entertainment products a year, with interactable Worldlets or games/interactive fictions. most recently it developed ‘killing hours: the deathlight’. it does it by pushing itself out of the ground and into limbs of plants that then communicate the shape of the Thoughtroom to the world.
The Thoughtroom sat deep underground boneache county, near the radiation gradient 67-ADRu1. it meant little shocks were sent through the feet of the captive worms. these worms were then given a sharp idea of truth. welcome home complex forgiven.
the conditions of the work mean that to be free of the product is a relief. here take it from my hands. i walked out into the valley, washed in the stream, naked and warm.
i leave for home from boneache county tomorrow. i initially wanted to spend longer in the company of the product but xirei told me that i was becoming miserable. and i was. tracing how bigots and my friends react to the newest adventure of reality drive 9 so that i can dig a hole in the ground to scream into. i was becoming sick with grief for my own emotions. apathy directed at things i didn’t feel anything towards anyway.
boneache county your contour is on my brain. i know you like i know xirei, like i knew the feeling of being watched by your guards, like i know how to pull off the quickest run of reality drive 707deviljoin.
leave me be. and ill cross back over maybe months from now, maybe years, maybe never.
boneswell. that ends well.
GlitchOut 