Around me I see shapes
I am surrounded
There are too many forms
I can’t escape
I am a prisoner of this world
Of fakes and breaks,
And tears/i:/ and tears/e/
They come and grab me,
Try to catch a glimpse,
Cling to a piece of me. Continue reading
Escaping This World
by Garry Vakarian
« See? That wasn’t so complicated. » Priya words echoed in the empty void. Except I wasn’t listening. My mind and my attention were absorbed by the lingering image of Devon’s eyes – my first departed. She was chosen as my first culling and final exam for the Reaper’s assignment. She was staying at her favorite place, a small lake in the valley near her hometown. Her boyfriend had dumped her, and she had a mental breakdown at her work after that. Being fired from her job, and let go by the person, whom she thought was the love of her life was too much. She didn’t see the point of continuing her existence. After a rather short and grim post on her facebook page, she ended her life in the place she liked the most.
And it was I who had to take her soul to the afterlife.
In Purgatory, prior to meeting Devon, my supervisor Priya gave me the file on her case. Standard operating procedure required me to check it in order to better accompany the dead, and to effectively extract her soul from her body. In her dossier, I had access to a short summary of her life, the causes explaining her death and the location of the body. More importantly for my job, it had what we could call an autopsy report. In short, it gave the M.O. of her death, and how to “cull” or should I say extract her soul from the physical world and body. You see, the scythe isn’t just for show; it was our tool for exacting the incision freeing the essence of a person. Continue reading
The marble sits in an expectant silence,
Waiting, fearful of what is to come.
Yet, excited. Now committed, it cannot run and hide,
Only hope, finally prepared for its fate.
The sculptor strikes with hammer and chisel,
Painful blows carving away layers of stone,
Digging deep into the core, cracking apart the hard shell,
Shattered fragments scatter over the floor.
Stone heart now exposed, the sculptor gently
shapes the rock, adding form with soft touches.
Deliberate blows and unconscious art combine,
guiding the marble as it learns to find its true self.
The sculptor comes and goes,
Each time bringing a voyage of emotions.
Meanwhile, the marble sits,
Waiting for the artist’s touch.
Waiting for completion.
Sometimes, when all hope seems lost, and you are left there
Staring at this man-made, senseless, chaotic mess.
All you need to do is shift focus, walk further,
Step back. Look beyond the borders of your picture.
Choose a new standpoint, focus on the elements
Move things around as you please. Fly them up and down. Continue reading
Flapping wings fluttering about
Blackcurrant and raspberry bushes
Interwoven with weeds
Teeny-tiny ants treading around laid down cover,
Climbing on limbs
Human presence disturbed by Nature’s touch
Nature gaining ground
Humans pushing back Continue reading
Workshop #35. July 15th – July 20th – “Slipped” – “Glissé”
Text #1 – Light, by The Gold Hourglass (in English)
Text #2 – Slipped, by B. (in English)
Text #3 – Déjà-vu écrit par Ninefifteen. (en français)
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by Garry Vakarian
Department of Public Security, Homeland Surveillance Bureau.
Erased agents, a.ka Ghosts
A ghost is somebody or something that can move around and interact without being seen. However it can also be someone so insignificant to others that his/her actions go unnoticed. Both types are useful in our line of work, since they accomplish their task without public or media attention. In the bureau we call them Shadows rather than the official Erased Agent designation. The first kind uses it [the ability of being a ghost] to its advantage while the other is literally one, leaving nothing but an impression of déjà vu in people’s minds. Continue reading