i think in a way it was what i wanted i pushed one limit too far, took one risk too many. as i adjusted the tripod, the floor gave way beneath me, the rusty metal grating crumbling under my feet with so little warning, with so little fanfare just the oxidized, razor sharp edges ripping through my clothes as i descended, then a long moment of nothing, of dozens of yards of space. i landed in an awkward position, legs and arms akimbo, and i knew i was hurt badly, so badly it could never be fixed. somewhere far up above i saw a swirling mass of shimmering light something pure and holy, whose warmth soothed the final spasms of my limbs and i understood this thing i saw would give me another chance. i closed my eyes and felt myself lifted back up, through the hole from which i came as the floor collected itself into the semblance of wholeness that fooled me into stepping on it to begin with. i stood at the entryway of the room, took a deep breath, turned for a moment to look again at the direction from which i entered, then exhaled slowly, and walked back onto the rusty grating, and set up my tripod once again. |
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| what i wanted |
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