Prologue

“Hey son…You awake? Hey!”

There’s a man..

He’s all in white…

I think he’s god..

Or some sort of angel.

There’s sometimes when I find myself thinking…Why…What...Every question coming out of the incoherence of my breath becomes these……these marbles that hold the visions of my mind are slowly melting from my grasp...and soon….they are gone..

I wonder sometimes…should I be doing something? Should there be someone I’m thinking about? Should I even exist? And if so…why am I here? Nothing but the horrible unknowingness plagues my mind..lonelyness..fear..small spaces. Wide spaces. The feeling of my lungs collapsing…darkness…escape. The feeling that my questions have been answered. And my mind finally put to rest.

All the knowledge in the lake I drift in swirls about nothing…I simply lay there. For hours…

days…

months…

lives….

Then there is a voice.

And I scream.