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admin — Tue, 08/18/2009 - 20:26
April 19th:
I visited the graveyard today and couldn’t find Misty’s grave. Alex’s grave didn’t seem so real either; it was just a sort of disturbed area near Jessica’s. I haven’t dared to go poking around the records yet.
On my way home I started to think about how things would have went if Alex just got yanked out of events. Not good was the answer I came up with. How far would the fading spread from direct evidence of his existence? Would it erase all that he did? I started to put together a mental timeline of what it would be like, but couldn’t get my imagination to stay on course. Everything simply got disturbing and awful and anytime I tried to follow a logical chain of reasoning it suddenly branched out of control.
I nearly chickened out of going back to Alex’s apartment. When I realized it was still there I wished I had chickened out. It would be neater if everything just vanished.
There was absolutely no mess or any indication that anyone ever actually lived in the place, but all of the things that Alex used were still there. And the passage to that strange room was open. I did chicken out of going in there; the idea that it might shut on me without warning terrified me.
All of the personal touches on Alex’s things are gone, except for his notes in various journals and books. They’re not as clear as they could be, but it seems that the obfuscation is slipping away. Not that it makes them any more coherent; it isn’t being rewritten so much as losing pieces. Sort of like sculpting, or erosion, of the text. It is just that the pieces about the room are harder than most of the surrounding verbage.
Those pieces don’t quite make sense yet, but I have the text and photos of this stage. I know it’ll help explain things once the words are done distilling down.