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Now
Now is a peculiar time.
If it were a person, the face would always stay the same, like the definition. Contrarily, the body would never be the same. It would be constantly changing, just like the moments, slipping through effortlessly, mindlessly, quivering briefly in Now as the continued to slide into the vast sea of the past, along with days, decades, minutes, and millennia.
I think the body of this particular Now would be that of a marionette. Or perhaps it would be a puppeteer.
I am walking along a street. But I suppose you couldn't really call it walking. It's much more labored, yet I make no exertion. Or maybe that's the problem. I don't really know much anymore... I feel like an ipod, with no music in it, a Now without a body.
The street is wide, and looked like it was once infamous for its gridlocks and traffic jams. But now I am the only one on it. I can't make sense of anything. The world is spinning. I can't follow my one thoughts, up is down, left is right, lost is found, and day is night. What am I thinking? I'm thinking... Am I thinking? No. I guess I'm not.
This street must lead to somewhere important. I wonder where. Maybe I knew where it led at some point, before the Now. But in this Now, I have no idea. I'm just mindlessly following it. When I get to wherever it leads, I don't know what I'm going to do. But I'm sure I will when I get there.
Oh! I'm here. Strange. The road keeps going, but this is definitely the important place I'm going to. I wonder what it is... I bet I could have recognized it before the Now. Oh well. I do know what to do. I'm supposed to go inside. I guess I will...
The inside is amazing. It is very grand, and looks like it would definitely have been an important place, even if it wasn't where that important road led. There are beautifully painted murals on the walls, paintings of never lands, nosferatus, Nubian princesses, and nefarious villains. Except that on one wall, there is a big hole, with a heavy curtain over it. Hmmm... I'm curious as to what all the seats were for. Not to mention the hole with the curtain... Oh well, I suppose I'll just keep going and do what I know I'm supposed to do.
I've reached the wall with the big hole... There is also a platform in front of the curtain, jutting out from the wall, with a small set of stairs leading up to it. I walk up the stairs, and turn to face the curtain. And then I go blank. The Now decided that I didn't need any more help. From now on I have to figure out what to do on my own. No! I don't know anything. I still only have a few songs in my memory, and all by the same artist, on the same album... and I don't even have the cover art for the album! What am I supposed to do next?
Blackness swallows my vision, leaving only a small bit of the world left for me to see. I feel lightheaded. I think I can still see, but I really know I can't. And then it clears. I find myself behind the curtain, on my hands and knees. There's a pool of vomit under my head... is it mine? There's also another whole room back behind here. I don't know what's going on, but at least I have another goal know...
I laboriously get up, walk over to the side of the room, and look at the two ropes I must pull. As I stand there, I stare up, and realize that the ropes are a pulley, and they are attached to the giant curtain. But what am I doing just standing here, when I know what I have to do? I pull the rope closest to me, and the curtains begin to come apart, but they struggle, just like I have been... so I keep pulling, and they keep separating, until they go past the ends of the hole, and stop. But that's fine. They don't need to go any further.
I walk out onto the platform, noticing that it's easier than when I was in the street. When I get to the center of the platform Words slip out of my mouth. Its interesting, because I thought I had forgotten how to speak. I guess it doesn't matter much now though. These words falling from my lips, sluggishly, like modeling clay. "It was a pleasure to burn, a pleasure to lie, a pleasure to learn, a pleasure to die." Somehow I knew these words were not mine. There were meaningless to me, alien, and they left a strange taste in my mouth. But at the same time I could tell they applied to me somehow.
I wondered what the body of this Now would have been...

Description
Now
Now is a peculiar time.
If it were a person, the face would always stay the same, like the definition. Contrarily, the body would never be the same. It would be constantly changing, just like the moments, slipping through effortlessly, mindlessly, quivering briefly in Now as the continued to slide into the vast sea of the past, along with days, decades, minutes, and millennia.
I think the body of this particular Now would be that of a marionette. Or perhaps it would be a puppeteer.
I am walking along a street. But I suppose you couldn't really call it walking. It's much more labored, yet I make no exertion. Or maybe that's the problem. I don't really know much anymore... I feel like an ipod, with no music in it, a Now without a body.
The street is wide, and looked like it was once infamous for its gridlocks and traffic jams. But now I am the only one on it. I can't make sense of anything. The world is spinning. I can't follow my one thoughts, up is down, left is right, lost is found, and day is night. What am I thinking? I'm thinking... Am I thinking? No. I guess I'm not.
This street must lead to somewhere important. I wonder where. Maybe I knew where it led at some point, before the Now. But in this Now, I have no idea. I'm just mindlessly following it. When I get to wherever it leads, I don't know what I'm going to do. But I'm sure I will when I get there.
Oh! I'm here. Strange. The road keeps going, but this is definitely the important place I'm going to. I wonder what it is... I bet I could have recognized it before the Now. Oh well. I do know what to do. I'm supposed to go inside. I guess I will...
The inside is amazing. It is very grand, and looks like it would definitely have been an important place, even if it wasn't where that important road led. There are beautifully painted murals on the walls, paintings of never lands, nosferatus, Nubian princesses, and nefarious villains. Except that on one wall, there is a big hole, with a heavy curtain over it. Hmmm... I'm curious as to what all the seats were for. Not to mention the hole with the curtain... Oh well, I suppose I'll just keep going and do what I know I'm supposed to do.
I've reached the wall with the big hole... There is also a platform in front of the curtain, jutting out from the wall, with a small set of stairs leading up to it. I walk up the stairs, and turn to face the curtain. And then I go blank. The Now decided that I didn't need any more help. From now on I have to figure out what to do on my own. No! I don't know anything. I still only have a few songs in my memory, and all by the same artist, on the same album... and I don't even have the cover art for the album! What am I supposed to do next?
Blackness swallows my vision, leaving only a small bit of the world left for me to see. I feel lightheaded. I think I can still see, but I really know I can't. And then it clears. I find myself behind the curtain, on my hands and knees. There's a pool of vomit under my head... is it mine? There's also another whole room back behind here. I don't know what's going on, but at least I have another goal know...
I laboriously get up, walk over to the side of the room, and look at the two ropes I must pull. As I stand there, I stare up, and realize that the ropes are a pulley, and they are attached to the giant curtain. But what am I doing just standing here, when I know what I have to do? I pull the rope closest to me, and the curtains begin to come apart, but they struggle, just like I have been... so I keep pulling, and they keep separating, until they go past the ends of the hole, and stop. But that's fine. They don't need to go any further.
I walk out onto the platform, noticing that it's easier than when I was in the street. When I get to the center of the platform Words slip out of my mouth. Its interesting, because I thought I had forgotten how to speak. I guess it doesn't matter much now though. These words falling from my lips, sluggishly, like modeling clay. "It was a pleasure to burn, a pleasure to lie, a pleasure to learn, a pleasure to die." Somehow I knew these words were not mine. There were meaningless to me, alien, and they left a strange taste in my mouth. But at the same time I could tell they applied to me somehow.
I wondered what the body of this Now would have been...