Dear reader you find me crouched in the corner of a nightclub. Music is passing over my head and I am trying to stay out of the firing line.
The world that was destroying language was worse than I imagined. I tried to save what I could but ultimately I failed. The agent was not to blame for the fall of this reality.
In my hand I held a package that had just been delivered to me. The postman was most insistent that it was for me, even though technically I do not exist in this reality. At least not in the form I currently inhabit. I signed my name and then looked at his blank expression.
He made me sign my real name. I was not happy, let me tell you.
So here I am, in a reality that has been lost. Sending out a blog post to a reality that probably cannot hear or receive these signals I am sending.
Oh if you were here, you would laugh. They are playing a modern remix of Lawnchairs are everywhere…it is almost more than I can cope with.
Will report back later
Burstfiction stories for the masses. Whispered into your ear at night by the Lairdofdarkness
(also my first WordPress blog post – *waves*)