Theme Park at its Darkest

Dragged Backwards – Into The Past – By The Balls

You’re never ready for these sorts of things when they overtake you. It’s probably part of the reason they fester in your mind for so long afterwards.

I was in the supermarket. Late morning on the day I was moving house, I needed sponges to do some cleaning. And when you’re moving, you’re always in a rush. I reached the end of the aisle, thinking about where the hell I was going to find them, when I ran smack into someone.

Half a foot shorter than me, he had his chin lowered and was scowling from underneath his brows. After a few seconds, I realised that he was ready for the collision because he deliberately caused it.

And then, he reached out and grabbed me by the balls.

Yet Another Tale Told by an Idiot.

It’s probably exacerbated by the fear that I’m dying.

To look at me you wouldn’t think there’s much to support this, but I just keep getting older. It’s a kind of creep, and there’s not much I can do, aside from the obvious things pertaining to diet and exercise.

I attended a Holotropic breathing seminar recently. The shaman beat a drum to assist the supplicants with timing of the breath, and that sound became the rhythm of a large raven beating its wings against my face. I knew it was the emissary of death and I said, ‘Let’s go. Take me, I’m ready.’

The actual ‘departure from this mortal coil’ part doesn’t seem to worry me. It’s the deterioration on the way there that generates fear. I fear the day when I will not be able to defend myself against the other animals and I’ll be eaten by something bigger and stronger.

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