37 - Jone's revenge.
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I had another of the dreams last night about the
giant Jone, the one who lies under that island
that I don't know. And in my dream, I know that I
am in the brain of giant Jone, in its dream. And
in that dream I find myself in this empty land
that is strange to me. What's more, I feel giant
Jone is watching me somehow, from above, or
through me - it's not quite clear. And although I
don't know how I got to this place, and I think I
came from somewhere, I ignore all that. I spend
some time, and I get my bearings, and I start to
make it home. Others come, and things get made,
and things get wrecked, and there are friends and
there are fights and there is gain and there is
loss. And one day when I get to thinking that it
feels deep enough to be a place I know, I hear
this sound on the wind. A sound which I cannot
describe. And I turn around, and everything is
changed, I am somewhere empty and unfamiliar, and
I am lost again like I was before. And what I can
remember of where I just was, it fades so fast but
not completely. Until there is just this uneasy
feeling that there used to be something
else. That, and this feeling of mocking laughter
coming from Giant Jone. And this rebuild-reset
cycle goes again, and again, and again, and again,
and again. And atom by atom, I assemble this idea,
some inception, that this is somehow Jone's
revenge, a revenge for something indescribably
ancient, something that I have lost completely if
I ever had it at all.
I wake up, and from my bed I look out the window
to the railing outside. A black bird alights and
it is looking at me. It holds its beak open, but
no sound comes out, and then it flies away. And
for a moment I think understand something
important, but another moment later, that's gone
also.
