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DESCENT

Chris R-0315 Image by Christine Renney

I am attempting to forge a route that takes in all of my haunts, all the places where I have taken shelter after dark. The doorways where I have pushed back and stretched out and where I have slept. But there are too many and as I move between them, making my way back and forth, I feel disoriented and this sudden compulsion is now pulling me from the Centre or at least from the part of the City I have accepted as the Centre, a place where I have loitered and lingered. But my reluctance to leave seems to have deserted me and I am fleeing, but to where?
I am pushing against the City and it is dense and difficult to navigate. I look because I must but I can’t focus and I can’t see my way through. The idea of a Centre here, that it could exist, is inconceivable and yet I have conceived of it and somehow I have found my way. But how?
It must have been slow, my descent. So gradual that the progress I have made is all but impossible to detect.

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11 thoughts on “DESCENT”

  1. Intriguing how your character perceives the ‘centre’ as being the centre of the city and therefore of ‘civilisation’ – and, perhaps as a result, his detachment from it.
    I’m reading ‘Hunger’ by Knut Hamsun at the moment. I don’t know if you’ve read it, but, if not, I’m sure you’d find it interesting.

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