A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I did not come back over the weekend. Places I could go over the weekend to write were still closed for sitting inside to mooch off air conditioning, but the heat was getting up there as the Fourth of July weekend approached. Time spent at home was suffered through staying still watching old shows, new shows, and movies on my computer. It was almost like that one movie, “A Quiet Place”, but it was about keeping motionless while bombarded with wind from a fan. I entered the library to find Tarne no longer bound. Instead she was sitting with Lila and Kara on the couch, almost waiting for me. The second I became visible, Lila jumped to her feet and came up angrily. I half-expected her to hit me, but she stopped right in front of my face. “Hey?” I said. “What’s wrong?” The probably found Tarne bound like I left her. Bookshelves were a bad idea. I should have closed her in the room below. “Oh, you know what you did,” Lila said. “Or— was it not you?” Lila’s face softened for a moment, explor...

Again, I am weak to connections I have made. I have been seeing something, just in the corner of my eye, the peripherals of vision in my reality. It was something of a blip or something distant, a tear in the reality. It had to be her, or Kara, or Fyntn, or Barc. All I knew was that I could not have it appear to me. So I was at the device again, ready to fight the interference in my reality with what little creationism I could muster. “He’s back,” Kara’s voice near me said. She was holding me in her arms, the child I was. With a wave of my hand, I floated away from her and into the air of the library. “Shit! Hold him down!” “Jack?” Lila’s voice asked, flying up next to me. I blinked to put her into a bubble of air, which she popped due to still having a sort of creationism herself. “We’re trying to help you!” Before I knew it, the metal circlet was on my head again, thoughts revealed. #I can’t be here,# I thought. #Why am I back here again?# “Relax,” Mr. Barcode soothed, while flying h...