ft ground

“inside the castle”

the perspective in which k is in the castle and was always in the castle, his quest was to be free of it.

I am not writing this. It doesn’t matter who is writing it. It matters that you are reading it. The acts that are occurring and the things that are being described are familiar to a particular time. It may not be your time, but the acts are still occurring, the places still existing, you are still reading. Things are happening while you are reading, tedious things, tender and abusive things. Those things don’t happen later, or before. They happen as they happen, and as they happen you are reading them. Time, you believe, slows, speeds past you, allows things to cause other things. As you read, time becomes solid. Solid things disappear in time. Forever is finite because you can visualize it. When you stop, it is over. Beyond you, the things you cause are irrelevant. They will impact other people, hurt them, give them purpose. But that is somewhere else. When the time comes, and with time, it shall, they will touch you again, lift you up, destroy you for a moment, or give you something to occupy another lifetime.

eternity when the text keeps starting over, first person, starting over again, misstating history, and changing significant value judgments without acknowledgment, no, it doesn’t, it… refer to missteps in chase scenes.

My life ended the moment it became endless.

I found myself walking by funeral parlours, that weren’t on the way home.

text note for future text on convalescent home/nursing home. aging is stopped and immortality is acheived and regulated by government. olds are forever old and live in retirement villages but with no need of medical attention and no desirable characteristics of their own are left completely alone by the rest of the population. wampyr mythos. natural disaster/flooded nursing home. static aging, repetition of social contact, and senility causes olds (or an old) to misrecognize people from the past and concoct fictions about them as youths and their past relationship to them. helpless olds are pillaged by youngs and live almost in fear, not for their lives, as they cannot lose them (maybe they want to?) but fear of the past in which they cherished peace and mortality.