…and it is therefore not only myself that I saw when looking in the mirror. Who were all these other people?
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spices and herbs
Ching, ching, ching, ching. The cash register jingles cheerfully as the cashier stumbles over himself to shut it. I’m jostled back into my own head by it, by him.
lights
there’s a long hallway of lights. lights that i know. ones i remember and ones that i don’t, but lights that i know.
Summer in the Hole
I peek out and the Sun batters me from all around, and I go back in. The Hole is cluttered and some flies have infiltrated through a window I once held open only for a few minutes.
The Pawn Shop
Richard knew he would need help to navigate the journey to the deepest chambers of his heart. And it had been a while since his last visit to the pawn shop.
The wormhole
They came through a wormhole, small metal ships appearing from a hole in the sky. It was unimaginable, to have grasped the fabric of the universe and torn it apart.