Sensibilium Blog

When I opened my eyes again the wind stung my cheeks and snow stuck to my eyelashes. The wood sprites were taking wagers on who would fall first and be eaten by the merry tomtolkas who could only move next the ground (but not on it). I checked my watch and I was on the bus again.
Someone had just let one rip and everyone was doing a very bad job if hiding their disapproval, except for that girl, who was staring out at the floor but not at it. I decided not to warn her that there was an anomaly sitting in the seat next to her, and report it to the supervisor instead. The supervisor said thank you in a pleasant voice and I said your welcome before moving back into the line to be eaten in heaps and fits five at a time by gargamel. The sun was racing across the glow panels today, and I moved mindlessly to one of the wheels and ran. I ran and ran until I thought I must be out of Kansas by now but Toto shook his head and point back the way I came as if to say you can't go home again which is absurd because of course you can always go to any location in space, though maybe he meant a location in time... but whatever thoughts he had to expand the discourse with were cut short by a band of lawyers demanding retribution for sudden lack of existence experienced recently by their client base. I assured them that nothing was permanent, nothing set in stone and the universe would shortly correct the errors caused by the synergetic attributes of certain aspects of the waveform interaction with this plane. Then they turned into daffy duck clones and dived straight into the street, practicing their backstroke in rush hour and giggling like hypotenuse triangles.
I prayed for coalescence and Mary, daughter of mercy agreed, there would be no further fracturing of the space time matrix until next week at 3.46 pm on Thursday. I checked my calendar and the most noticeable event was that I had dinner with the supervisor that evening. I had noticed her noticing me and thought any little thing might help with my upcoming review and maybe the annual raise. The date didn't go as planned and after that it was difficult to go a full day without being scolded for tardiness in anomaly reports. The end of the world had come and passed with no delays in unsigned variable breakdowns interrupting wave nullifications in practical application of the already severely unbalanced equation.
When I looked back they were all screaming at us to come inside don't you know what you are doing turn off that zig come back inside before you disappear like the rest of everything else out there but we kept running hand in hand until we found the open corner store out there in the middle of the barren blizzard, each snow flake a potential waiting for it's probable entry into existence or lack thereof, shining. Line 7,038,943,235 showed promising revelatory trends in the waveform application, giving optimistic indications for stabilization of the unrelenting collapses and anomalous code entries present at all levels of the current state vectors.
I took a long drag from my cigarette before I remembered there weren't any anymore. Their existence had not been nullified as a direct result of the waveform inconsistencies, but rather as side effect of supply vs. demand in an unstable reality matrix. That's when I noticed him sitting on the bench across the waterfall from me, staring intently at it as if looking for the anomalies. If nothing else it confirmed my suspicion there were two kinds of people in this world – operators and supervisors.
Which is when all hell broke loose and started gutting people right on the streets... right in broad daylight. We ran as hard and as fast as we could not looking back as their existences collapsed with the state vector. Not noticing the smiling golems feasting on the still remaining essences of those who found themselves trapped in varying existence quotas. We ran through the blistering snow and ice against the wind caught in the vacuums created by sudden lack of occupation of spaces long accustomed to being occupied.
We made our way inside of the bunker then, and were separated by lines of flowing flesh, assigned numbers and co-existent integers to bunk with. Humanity would not end with this plane of existence said one pleasant voice through a loudspeaker. The dream would live. The dream was faith.
Faith was focus. All else was heresy.
I closed my eyes as the sun crawled it's way across the glow tiles on the ceiling and found myself dreaming. The sun was warm and the sound of waves crashing and potentials realized poured into my aural detection processes. I opened my eyes and he was smiling holding my hand and touching my feet with hers. Children could be heard down the way laughing and screaming joyful delight. The warm sand underfoot, one grain representing a single universe, a million to the millionth power grains of sand to every beach, a hundred thousand beaches strewn about here and there on the edge of every ocean and sea. I smiled and drifted back into sweet, selfless sleep