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The House |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This old dark room is filled with things that once had life in a world of use. In the centre stands a man with his books surrounding him telling of his life. There in the corner lies an old computer surrounded by a pile of floppies and books. There on the wall is a bookshelf covered in books of poetry and books of photos. If you ask the man what all this was for he'll look at you and tell you he's forgotten. There's a painting sitting on the floor, a young man painting an older man's face. The old man in the centre of the room will never look upon the thing ever again. It is too sacred and it carries with it too much knowledge of the past's fears. The older man stares up from the floor, forever trapped, a look of concern on canvas. Somewhere a candle burns, its precise location is a mystery even to the old man himself. Somewhere in this house lie stairs that lead to a world seldom visited anymore by the man. But I have been there, and there isn't much to tell about, just more paper and books... "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Kevin.. a disturbing collage of images that left me in question as to which ghost was more haunting... the observer or the man in the middle of the room... a lot of wrappings on this one... |
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