Basal Ganglia by Revert Matthew

Author:Revert, Matthew [Revert, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Lazy Fascist Press
Published: 2013-11-28T20:00:00+00:00

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Ingrid asks Rollo to stay out of the Prefrontal Chamber for a few more nights. He believes there is nothing to stay away from. His words were delivered to his supposed child, but it did not feel as though his words were heard in any sense. The words themselves, poorly chosen, conveyed nothing and have already been forgotten. This was not the introduction Rollo desired. He begins to hope the baby is a lie and, with the shift in desire, begins to feel it is not. That it lay before him the whole time, unmoved by its father’s voice. The fastest way to make something so is to wish it were not.

He leaves the Prefrontal Chamber as requested, not so much for Ingrid or the baby, but for himself. His troubled mind struggles to breathe in the chamber’s darkness. The moss has ebbed to nothing. His eyes have found nothing and strain with unsuccessful mydriasis. For the first time in memory, he wishes to escape the absence of light that, until now, he found great comfort in.

“When can I see the baby?”

He asks this question as obligation, still unsure there is anything to see.

“When I come for you next, bring more moss.”

Ingrid guides him out, pulling the blanket behind her, separating him from them. He feels a rush of ventilated air travel down the Medulla Shaft. The sensation relieves him. Light that once appeared dim now forces his eyes to squint in its perceived brightness. Time is spent observing the reality of his body. Understanding that in the presence of illumination it appears. Within the darkness of the Prefrontal Chamber, Rollo felt his erasure.

He moves to the Occipital Chamber, which appears brighter still, and gorges on the luminescent moss, burying his face within its damp softness, pressing his eyes into the light’s heart. It is torn into mush by famished teeth and sucked down in wads, satisfying both hunger and thirst. Sleep’s elusive cloud finds Rollo, covering him in its promise. He feels it envelop him, stealing the day. In a single breath, he slips quietly away, granted fleeting respite from the waking world of nightmares.

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