During these crumbling times within this shattered reality I turn my eyes towards the foundations that remain, but on such faulty grounding. For to remain here is to accept to bear witnessed to what becomes of all things, what becomes of all we hold dear – and what becomes of us. To witness, is much different than to partake – but in times like these it’s often hard to tell the difference.
Perhaps I may never fully leave this room, for while part of this vessel remains trapped here within the seat, another part remains at the foothold of a society much more blind to it’s inevitable end than anything I have ever seen. And as it stares back at me through the wide open door, piercing into the very epicenter of my eyes, I can hear it speak words of lies and the fleeting of truth. Perhaps words told are the ultimate reason as to why I remain here now. Because the things I once thought of as truths and took to heart are the same things of many that have lead to this very ruin I now witness before me. For none of it is true, and now with that true and in motion so does begin the unraveling of this mind, of this body. Because on cold and barren platforms, lead to by iced and frozen sidewalks, within a society beneath the towering walls of Castles is where such fates were set into motion. And though what I gaze upon now is much different than that place of old, I can feel the uncanny similarities bleeding through the chilling winds, I can see the patterns etched in the coding, calling up the ghost of this withering society.
