“Loreal hair
gel, because I'm worth it.”
Albert Einstein* #quote
Unfortunately Jessica caught a cold so we've delayed our hanging out
till later. Also I have you ever wondered why boxing is called
boxing? Their gloves are round...maybe it's because of the shape of
the ring? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
A Dream About Nothing
One day a man dreamed of being in a cove. A beach where the rocks
had the color of spilled ink and he didn't care about the sand
beneath his feet because he fixated on the ocean beyond. However he
could only see the water and not the sky. The sky didn't exist. He
couldn't raise his head or his eyes high enough to see above the
water. He tried, but no matter what the sky eluded him. The dream
simply ended there.
True nothingness. Without being created by his mind in this world of
the mind what should exist above the horizon was less than the void
of space where satellites and shuttles flew. He kept trying. He
wanted to see the stars because he knew it was night. In dreams the
dreamer just knows things, like the fact they're looking for
something even though they don't know what they're looking for.
In the end the dreamer never saw the night sky. He never manager to
get past the pure nothingness in his dream and only barely understood
its presence, or lack thereof, above the horizon. Eventually he
posted a story on his blog about it to see if others could
understand.
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