Chapter 1 

It took me a long time to figure out that I wasn’t passing waste products from my body. I reasoned it was because I wasn’t eating anything. I never felt hunger. It was as if the space itself was the nutrient. I was breathing in the food of life and thought how ironic it was that we always believed the universe to be hostile to life!

I slid around for an immense amount of time. I was completely lost. Light meant nothing to me but neither did dark. I was immersed in something I couldn’t handle and let go as a person will let go because they know the plane will crash and they will die in the crash.

A lump and a shard, fifteen varieties of fire, a million eyeballs, an eternal itch, a far away laugh so it went. I saw where the monsters and gods were made. It was not outlandish at all, in fact, there came a time when they wanted their hiding place revealed. They wanted to leap out and frighten whatever humanity existed to go on to the next stage. “Ramp up brothers it’s a mighty heave we cast!” The colorful backsides of them all running away with arms fighting the midnight air.

Revving up was the counter to it all, a big blight of devilish actors who pushed through the blue smoke to pin any innocence up against the wall.

David Eide
January 24, 2014