As we walked into the darkening evening

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a piece of fiction that may or may not be about walking through the woods, being on LSD, fractals, the sinister nature of recursive thought patterns, or something else entirely

Submitted: February 13, 2014

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Submitted: February 13, 2014



As we walked into the darkening evening the fall leaves rustled under our feet. I felt it in the air; it was one of those nights. The metallic taste in my mouth ever so slight, yet certainly there. We were completely surrounded by woods and, save for the path slowly sinking into gray, I had no idea where I was going. At that moment in time, I just followed my friends. They had promised to take me to the bums’ fire pit so that we could make love to the force from which we were born. The arms of his jacket dangled close to her. Cold licking my face went unnoticed. I fumbled around with the paper under my tongue and continued to walk.

—I think it’s this way.

I felt clumsy as they danced. I wasn’t really going anywhere, was I? Simply following, a shadow upon verdure under a fading sky. Every once in a while someone would hold the branches back so to prevent them from hitting me in the face. It seemed to be darker every minute, and thus harder to see what was right in front of me, but I could still make out someone walking straight ahead. Did he really know where he was going? I had no choice but to believe in him.

—This looks really familiar.

—I agree.

At that, we all continued in stride. It had gotten even darker now, but the figures fast were just as distinct, and just as close.

—Do you think we’re almost there?

—We’ve got to be.

—I feel like we should be closer to the highway.

She pointed to the sounds of cars racing by.

—No, no. I don’t remember having to go this deep.

—Do you want to backtrack?

—Yeah, shit, I should have realized it was getting so thick.

As they spoke, the moon trailed down my field of vision.

—We should swing around and find another path, then.

We turned and made our way back, retracing long forgotten steps. The branches made more branches when I looked at them. I tried not to, but somehow remained drawn to the nature of it all. Was I seeing years of growth in a single second?

—This is definitely the right way.

It was getting so dark now that I could close my eyes and everything would probably be exactly the same. When I closed them, faces lit up the nothingness. I did not realize whose visages they were; I could not discern that. I was very interested, but the deeper I glimpsed the more frightening they became. It was starting to feel as though we were walking in circles, but I assumed that someone knew the general direction. The metallic taste in my mouth grew with the increasingly vivid world around me. The vibrations of the universe becoming more and more visible with every passing increment of time to which I was unaware.

—Are you sure?

—Yes. I’m sure.

Colors were bright, though there was no light. It was dark, and getting continually darker. The night evolved and suddenly dipped me in the taste of a leafy branch caressing my elbows. I looked up and the trees fractal’d out into the sky and into the stars which became a forever repeating series of circles—I saw the army men. They walked in a straight line all around me and at the end they would recycle into energy, returning themselves as balls to some beginning, self-dribbling and singing. It was reincarnation, religion, everything true and false and so and not, a reawakening of life in our cosmic field. Notions of concentricity teased my neurons, and as we walked into the darkening evening the fall leaves rustled under our feet.

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