Afterglow & Assimilation
Artifacts with Secrets
The Vikid was relaxing in his armchair, in this case it was the passenger seat of a Land Cruiser on a early Friday morning. The rising sun was slowly asserting his dominance as the darker blues in the sky said adieu.
Vikid loved the gold, how it seared your retina and left an afterglow. This artifact held many secrets if you spent time to examine it.
People had simply stopped reading, though more books than ever were being published. Most authors would write a masterpiece, their life’s dreams, and would be lucky if 50 people read it.
Vikid had decided instead to write flash-fiction. That art of writing stories in a few 100 words. Short bursts of imagination, often encompassing just one thought.
Like the afterglow of a sunrise. It held secrets if you were patient enough to bathe in it.
Secrets to questions like,
Why am I here?
Why is there something rather than nothing?
And, What should I do with my life?
The other option was to read. To read is to commune with another mind. To make its thoughts your own, Assimilation. A remedy for self-involvement.
It was a type of Yoga, a union, a yoking of ones being with another across space and time.