My bedroom is emptying as its contents slowly make their way downstairs, wanting to get away from this place. Their feelings are shared by their owner.
My imagination experienced death twice today. The first time was when I was crossing the bridge from Meadowhall to the transport interchange. The bridge is more of a corridor with full size windows on either side. As you cross the river you can still see the damage done by the floods; brickwork and metal from the road-river wall that fell in had been exposed when the waters lowered. From the bridge you can see roads, Meadowhall itself, and beyond, some hills.
I saw in my head, a huge black hole appear, where suddenly, the atmosphere and ozone had been ripped away. Something hit the biggest hill and it exploded. The debris did not go in all directions, but towards the hole, and eventually out of sight. The hole seemed to be acting like a hoover, sucking up the very land. And cars and people were flying into the hole, exploding as they did so. Then the bridge was suddenly snapped free of its cables and weldings and was flying towards the hole. Either end was ripped from the building by a force nothing I have ever seen could equal. After a few seconds the ends suddenly seemed to cave in of their own accord. A few last seconds of air for me, the only occupant of this flying thing that soon would not be. Cracks appeared in the window, then suddenly the whole structure seemed to implode violently, I was crushed but not quite killed, but then the whole structure, now in some weird blackness, exploded into nothingness, and so did I.
The second time was more paranoia than violence, I was almost home, walking along the street outside. I could see and sense the car that seemed to be driving along the road too slowly. I saw it’s light light up the passage that takes me to the backdoor. I felt as though some awful weapon was trained on my head, ready to fire. I even sense I felt something hit or perhaps even go through me, but nothing did.
Besides those morbid visions today has been pretty normal. I did almost nothing at work but talk and wander round the place.
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