I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos. It’s almost like no one can be human anymore in this world. I may be the only human person left on this side of the Mississippi. After seeing the amalgamations of objects and flesh, it’s really hard to tell if this world is still worth saving. After seeing Russel, with the T.V. grotesquely stuck to his head, his literal veins sprawling across the floor, and hearing that static breathing, that could be me. How do you even live anymore?
The being that takes up the sky is now the lord of the lands. The way the Diamond takes the buildings, what once was a beautiful city, how that skyline had pierced the clouds, it was now taken over by that geometrical being. Parts of the city orbit like planets around the sun. It’s all destroyed. The purple storm clouds circle into the Diamonds peak, like a whirlpool.
If you think about it, it’s quite beautiful. How another life form functions in a different setting. It may seem like the world has ended, but, maybe somewhere in its genetics, it’s just trying to survive. Like me. Maybe it’s also scared, and doesn’t know what’s going on, or how it got here. Now, maybe, rather than trying to take over the world, it is just functioning as it would on any other planet.
November 5, 2024 at 11:43 am
I like how you portray the storm as if it is a living being, that there is something in there that just can’t be explained. It helps in creating that, chaos, that you are capturing here.
November 5, 2024 at 12:00 pm
I really like your use of the word “amalgamations”. It’s a good word. The whole piece is very rich with vivid and (at times) grotesque imagery, which really sucks the reader in. I also like the reflection in the last paragraph, where the character contemplates the motives of the threat and begins to develop a semblance of empathy and understanding for it.