Friday, October 13, 2006


The Confetti Box

The world he knew seemed to fall apart like a pointillist image turning into confetti. Images broke up into meaningless colored dots, eventually landing on the gray surface beneath.

He stood, surrounded by the recycleable paper snippets of his world. His thoughts spinned like blue shadows orange streetlights rotated through passing cars, blurring into a featureless stream.
He continued to stare in disbelief at the dusty paper snippets interfering with the perfection of the smooth gray surface. The diffuse light made them look dull. Sweeping a few confettis away with his foot, crumpling and folding some, he sat down and closed his eyes.

A vast emptiness was expanding inside, names, judgements, discriminations, borders merging into one and fading. The distinction between inside and outside ceased to exist, the very concepts vanished, merging into the oneness he was now part of, consuming the shell of consciousness that was him, transforming it into a state of simultaneous affirmation and denial of existance.

"Wú", it thought.

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