"We have no choice. We have nothing. Don't you understand. It's hopeless."
She didn't want to hear it. Not now not here. She turned her eyes away looking towards where the lies once covered the truth. Yet it was empty and void of filling her soul.
"If it's hopeless...then(more) why does it matter our course of action. Why does it matter if we do things in vain. I can't...I won't allow myself to succumb to the... this virus that must have clearly infected you. Please look at my. Why won't you for once have the courage to stand for something...even if...even if its standing on falling rocks."
He looked up at her. His eyes betraying him.
She continue. "At least these rock will fall from a high place. A righteous place, and we can survive this fall. I know it. We must. I can't believe otherwise. Please join me."
"Having my faith tied to fragile rocks isn't something I can do. You speak as if it so simple. It's not, its just isn't. All this abstract talk is just that nothing." Even his conviction for these word was in doubt.
" I won't stop you from falling with your rocks. I'll will always be there for you. Always watching." he said.
"How can you say that. How can you be there. This is a path I must now do alone." She said.
They stared long into each others eyes the sweet smell of trees reminded them where they were, deep in a forest on a lovely September day. The silence was too much and the wind chase it through trees.
She turn and left walking down the sandy trail upon which she came. All she was now was foot prints in the sand. He watched them fade too.(less)
I still can't grasp the concept of consciousness. Thought, awareness, sensory perception. They say it's just humans that have this depth of ability - but how can we really be sure? What if the birds and the beasts can think in a similar way - remember, communicate, collaborate. How many(more) birds look at you each day? Can we ever know which have come round again, just to keep an eye on you? And what about the mites, the amoebas, the spiders and crawlers that hide in the shadows of our bedrooms and bathrooms - what kind of information could be pried from their minuscule minds?
Then there's the satellites, the cameras. They're always watching.(less)
She must have eyes everywhere. There's no way she doesn't. Those people are all gossip and intrigue. Why was she not invited? Still better be on my best behavior. A couple of her friends are here. Well, I don't know if they are still friends. Best(more) not get too drunk to be sure. Polite conversation. Refuse oncomings. Help drunk guy. Fine, upstanding gentleman, they'll say in their report. All he drank was ginger ale until 11:30. Didn't seem to mind all the rum was gone by then. "Good" she'll say. Then I might get to see her again. Maybe. I hope. Haven't heard from her in a week. Assume she has eyes everywhere. She is your god now. Your moral compass steers you to her. Reject all others as inferior. Your grail awaits.(less)
You are tired of the constant supervision. You are tired of unseen eyes (you know that they are golden and that they are so very angry) watching you at every waking moment, every sleeping second, and everything in between.
(more) The gatekeeper's eternal vigil is a cage, and ever have you chafed in cages.
An answer to slipping the ever-present golden eyes, as it turns out, lies in the hair of his half-sister. You take it gleefully, turning the pretty blonde locks into a well-woven charm that you wear upon your neck.
You do not tell the girl why you sheared her head bare. You do not let the gatekeeper see your new trinket.
You are possibly the only person in the realm who is not always being watched.(less)