Cast a Stone

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Travel  |  House: Booksie Classic


I can not be angry at the past, I could only ever be met with endless fascination. The big beautiful stones high above me, man's gallery and proof of existence. What creatures to ever be in existence has such a resume of high excellence?  I heave myself up stone steps to only the grounds, met with tall walls kept by glass doors. I look up to see gold and chipped colors in painted pictures on the widest roof I have ever seen. Surely now, I have met with God. With these hands, these ten fingers, we have wrought both heaven and hell. 

I walk up the stone steps, narrowed, dark, and claustrophobic into different rooms. Kept in good condition, I found the re-making of history itself. Beds inside of cupboards, odd machines, delicate myriad patterned rugs, old pots, and tools across shelves. The more I climbed, the more I watched the shoes on my feet change, my clothing change. Linen skirts tied to my hips, a bodice fastened around me and a chamise cascaded underneath. I touched the stones, met lords and ladies, Shuffled coins in my pockets, and plucked feathers from birds. I heard the bustle and noise in the streets, I met the many poor and had met the few rich. I watched the seasons change, seen leafs fall and buildings arranged. I met the prisoners in their dark underbelly rooms, and I had smelt death for the first time. I met with families in cold, stone cottages, I had cheese, and bread, and beer. I played in vast uncorrupted fields and shed a tear when someone's time was near. I had smelt what the air was like, tasted food both pure and clean, but also tasted mold, and tasted sourness.

Dear beautiful, leering, illuminate, and dangerous time! Through my imagination, I could ride a wild ride but never quite be satisfied. My hunger for knowledge is a pain in my side, and my unfortunate love of the past will only appear when time travel arrives! But don't leave me there, clumsy as I am, penicillin could not save me from myself, as it would not have arrived in Time!


Submitted: October 27, 2020

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ratwood2

My interest was caught in the subtle time travel that occurred. Could this be a gateway to the past? Would the time shift reverse when climbing down? Is this an opening into a previous life?

Tue, October 27th, 2020 3:08pm

Flambe

I think of it as an opening to the past, you're walking up the steps and your mind becomes free. As you climb down back to the fields after visiting the prisoners, seeing death, aware of the beauty that time makes of ugliness. As you're leaving, you should remember although you think you cant visit, time is something that has no beginning and no end because we are living inside of it. It's about the magnificence of time and our place inside of it, finding beauty :)

Thank you for your comment!

Tue, October 27th, 2020 4:12pm

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