This time of the year is usually when the Reaping happens, and when I
sense this time approaching is when I am recalled to my Abscission
Arks. They are where I store all my doubts, traumas and insecurities.
Getting them closed means I'm okay with them, but this time of the
year it seems to be when they're opened.
Apparently what I have to do is to go around finding all the demons
that broke loose from their arks. They give power to my enemies as
all these personal, romantic, social, artistic, professional and
existencial insecurities that I have are brought up and flood Ilium
from its protection.
It's by going after them, picturing and visualizing them and making
my own trial of inspection for every problem that I can find peace
again. Otherwise, these mischevous beings will keep pestering me,
clouding up, clogging up my thoughts, and preventing me from having
acchieving any productivity at all.
The Arks are stored in Ilium, in the depths of a hidden cave guarded
by Trygve's troops. When he's short of power, the guard lowers and
it's easy for them to be stolen, and that's what happened. Maybe the
power from these dark spirits diminished as I grew as a person this
year, and when I make mistakes their locks get weaker, but even if
they break loose and there's the growing intensity of Zhàn's
repression every year, this isn't much of a terrible war as last year
(in fact, here my second world war wasn't more or even as savage as
the first one).
There's no denying my Abscission Arks are a literal copy of Pandora's
Box, but the final result is how it suddenly became similar, and it
was not my intent from the start. I actually had it first called
Abscission Well, and when I thought of it being like Arks I didn't
even think about it. Just now when I thought of it being a nice way
to represent my need to deal with this issue of my problems, being
trapped and guarded and now loose again, that I noticed I was just
using the same formula.
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