Mike's F'd Up Journey Sans Frontières

Mike's F'd Up Journey Sans Frontières

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Whatever Happened to the Brick Man part 3: Where is my blog? Way out in the water, see it swimming...


With a snap came darkness. Total, unwavering oblivion. Was it really just a quick attack between the eyes or was it the force of a beastly storm rampaging the countryside? In that moment, it didn't really matter which was real and which was the illusion. It was cold, loud and nothing made very much sense anymore. Nothing mattered in the moments that followed but finding a way back to a lost reality.

As if the directionless void that darkness provided weren't bad enough, there was the cold and the slow river of phlegm that seized the body during the lack of heat. In this cold and miserable state, the dark and dimensionless space seemed like the confines of a ship sinking to the bottom of an ocean. The loud noises coming from outside the wall echoed within the confused and muffled sphere of consciousness.

And then came the sense of loss. Not for oneself but for others, but for the unseen masses that one will never know. And though one might be spared the force of the storm, others would not be as lucky. And it was this growing sense of guilt that began growing inside of Brick. And on top of that guilt of being better off than others when maybe you didn't deserve to be, was a sense of helpless self pity.

Perhaps that was G Mod's revenge. He had shattered Brick's isolated mind and exposed it, like a nerve, to the realities he had been avoiding. He had lost the ability to focus solely on his own mundane preoccupations when he knew that the  tide outside was moving without him.  So while his body was trapped waiting for the storm to pass, Brick's mind was scattered across the water and who knew what would await him when he came back to his senses...