Seeing through multiple eyes can be troublesome. Especially when you’re shortsighted in two of them. But so it goes. I found myself in what could or could not have been one of my own fictional worlds, to which I have spent my life prescribing and denying truth while justifying the truth that I deny. So be it. Anyway, here I am, wondering, what really matters to the captives who hold me under their gaze? I hear their voices, but I cannot speak in a way they understand. They seem to know me and my actions even before I act. I wonder if this bubble I’m in, this cocoon of self-doubt, is created by them (the aliens) or an image/ misperception from my own imagination come to punish me. If the former, I’m glad I brought along an image blocker I can always use; Perspective is key, after all.
The question why keeps on occurring. And the questions what, where, how, when and who. All admittedly good questions. I just wish they found a specimen willing to engage in the absurd. They’ve read my novels and short stories, it seems (well, those published – the thousands of others TBC). Better them than me. Good luck to them. Mind you, while all this noise and kerfuffle is going on ahead and above, I can sit here in the cool, damp cellar of my mind and contemplate that which I will not. Be present, people say. Use your perspective – perspective is key, they claim. But these self-same winnows know nothing of their own lives, yet always step up to the plate first to decide about others. Screw em. Am I in a casket? A crypt? The Turksih cistern? Perhaps all, perhaps none. But the only thing that matters is the here and now. The beat of my heart with the pulse of my conscience. Isn’t that what I have been about, miserable bugger that I am? Oops. I was? I don’t know. You try living my life and do better. My hat off to you, if you do. In the meantime, I’ll stick with Epictetus and claim only self-responsibility, not care about your own actions and imagine myself in a cave not too far away thinking about how to get my spaceship out of this hell hole. Good luck, folks. You’ll need it. But don’t give up hope. I think. All I know is this: perception determines yours and my own reality. In which case…erm…I think I need a double espresso because this is something that’s going to keep me firmly behind the boulder. Enough said.