The following article was published in N-SPHERE February 2010 issue.


An eerie gray light and some other unknown reasons keep me awake again. All is tired and senseless around me. I am tired and senseless… The other avatars of mine are mute tonight, and strangely I am not used to the silence in my head anymore. Looks like it has been too long since I was last oblivious to the world that revolves around you.

Go from point A to point B, like the tiny well programmed robot that you are, and subsequently to point C, to collect the reward of another lost and petrified day. And then redraw your steps in slow motion, analyze them, for some other tiny well programmed robots will be passing here soon. And since you have to leave something behind, this is your best option: a highly accurate course, plotted down to microns, so others don’t get lost in your presumably creative misery. That is of course if someone will be ever tempted to walk this translucent path of yours. And some time from now, when you look in the mirror, it will be granted to you the privilege of wiggling your fingers in a flashy outburst of silly joy, shouting: “Yay! I helped.”

I know you’re somewhere. You’re mute tonight, just like the other avatars of mine.

by Bahak B

artwork by Vel Thora


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