The Disappearance

It was nearing Christmas and I had raging double ear infections. I left my house the night before to go for a walk as everyone slept. It wasn’t until the next day I thought how supremely foolish it might be to walk out with no one knowing. Yet the night sky and earth were their own peace.

-AS

The Disappearance

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, December 20, 2010 at 12:35pm

The silver night clings to my exposed flesh, damp as it is from the heat of my slumber, and I peel away the garments that hold the night sweat near, bringing new and unabashed chill. The household is quiet, and I pull a fresh robe around my aching body as I step silently toward the back door. I am both compelled to leave this sanctuary and drawn out into the night beyond; thus it is with a self-satisfying thrill that I turn the knob and enter the world.

Tendrils of damp hair curse my neck and shoulders with an audacity rarely encountered, but I do not retreat. Intoxicated with the knowledge of my own walk, I breathe in shallow plumes that precede me as my only guard.

Such is the disappearance of normalcy.

Soldiers Without Heads and So Much Surplus

Sometimes you just have to wonder about the big stuff.

-AS

Soldiers Without Heads and So Much Surplus

  • Originally posted on a 6s community, April 26, 2011 at 8:30am

Reaffixing a head to a soldier of some such, I plunged into the wellspring of deep and arcane thought. What if we are as pliable as plastic; what if someone reaffixes my outward veneer to a core of the molded stuff and that is why my neck aches ever so much in the morning.

And, again, I replace an arm, an errant leg, and I submerge in the warm waters of purposeless reflection. What, do you suppose, might we do when we truly become a replaceable society? If you upgrade your legs, could I have your leave overs, which are certainly more pristine than my own? Tired of my own weary and laden mind, might I try yours on for size and heft?