TEN
His need to break the wall and reach the other side overwhelms him and like an obstinate 3 year old he starts banging his head against it. Slowly at first, hoping gentle persuasion will cause it to collapse. Then a little harder: a brain jarring thump-thump. This is about the time when the pain kicks in. His high threshold for pain helps him continue undeterred. Hit by harder hit, immovable object meets flesh and bone. He hears garbled voices asking him to look away, to get over the fascination, to enjoy where he is at: radio static, which in no way can compete with the, by now, thumping break beat. With the aural having resigned, covered by the self’s own blood, vision too leaves. Now he can’t hear or see where he is, just feel the wall against what’s left of his forehead. Somewhere around now is when he starts losing his sense of place, followed rapidly by reason and his whole life centers on the banging of the head against the wall: the before, the after don’t matter anymore, he stops looking or thinking or caring for anything else. 3 words consume him: ‘break the wall’. The blackness moves from the eyes to the rest of his head and steadily takes over the being. At last everything is the same, this side or that doesn’t matter: Peace out. That is, till he gets a glimpse of hope in another wall...
# posted by goldfluke @ 10:30 PM
