What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Entry Eight

Okay, just to see how this goes and if it's something want to pursue. A continuation of the last entry.

I'm not sure I understand whats going on. No restraints. He found me in the computer room. He opened the door. Looked right at me. Then turned around and left. What is this guy playing at? He captured me. Took me here. What does he want? I made my way back the the room I started in and found a glass of what looked like water and a couple of cubes of something I cant identify. I still haven't touched either. But it's only a matter of time before hunger and thirst drive me to consume whatever they are. I'd have already eaten them if I trusted him. Like I said earlier. I don't think that he wants me dead yet. He seems to think I know something and he wont kill me till he gets it.

So I have done a little exploring since he doesn't seem to care. Most of the doors are locked. I am definitely in the future or something like it. The only way to get in and out of a room is to walk through it. It feels like walking through Jello or something and then your on the other side. Some of the unlocked doors are transparent. Locked doors are just like regular doors. They don't budge.

I'm pretty sure I'm in the future. I know time travel is possible, just not achieved yet in the year I was taken from. One of my Extracurricular activities at the University is (was?) participating in a research group studying the physics of time and space. Sounds like a load of SciFi bunkum, I know. But I believe it's real. And now I'm experiencing it first hand. If I ever get back...

I don't know how far ahead I am. I don't know if any of my descendants are still alive, let alone the family I know and love.

It's all a bit surreal. I'm not sure I even believe that I am awake. I may not be. Maybe this is some weird government experiment and they are keeping me under to study the effects of extensive dreaming. Pretty stupid experiment if you ask me. I wonder if my mystery captor can read all of this.

I wonder if this computer has something resembling internet


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