That was the day I went nowhere for a very long time.
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
I fall asleep at moonrise and awaken at thrice night where everything goes quiet. So quiet.
I can walk away any day. I can turn my face toward the places I seek out light, information and truth about this existence.
So I go. I go to listen. Sweet harmonics. Otherworldly style.
I’m only here to leave scrolls as I grow old. I’m stepping through the hues of you.
This shit ain’t brand new.
It’s the aftermath of infinity, being no one, and nothing for too long.
Send the bell. Bang the gong. Follow along if you dare; should you care to stand in the footsteps of thriving in as many weird ways as possible.
You gonna let ‘em see in, kid?
Probably not. Used to be so raw. Not feeling interested. I’m gonna be a cliff away from absence by the time they notice I’m gone.
We always hung there, you know, in the gray with the grays.
I’m about to tell the stories. I used to sing the blues to avoid it. But time is ticking, I’m getting fickle so I gotta go finish.
Eh, Mr. Mahoney. I remember the project.