Departure From The Usual

[Kent Davis]

[Added note: Well, I may rewrite this to actually have the beginning make some sense to a reader : ). I think the final part still makes sense though. I probably should have sat on the thing for a week before posting]


In studious reconstructing of my path to this...oblivion -- is that what I shall call it, oblivion? -- in this time after time remaking of the madness...was it a thousand times, ten thousand?...I have failed to discern, via review, clearly what had transpired.

And no, it was only seven times at best (I am quite certain of this), yet it seems as though I have relived the nightmare forever in futile search...forever it seems -- such a trite phrase, yet so apt now, at least to my mind.

I had simply, as would any sane man after having decided -- and I certainly would know if I were not sane! -- turned right.

Directly before me swept a gentle downsloping hill to flower endowed meadows, to my left a gravel road to the dusty expanse of Medderling Copper Mines, and my right embodied the seldom level and also quite winding hard dirt route to Darkshore Lake.

Darkshore, was that strange title the key, Darkshore? For it seldom was in fact dark, but for night or exceptionally stormy cloud haunted days when the sun hung rejected as some mammoth, blazing, yet unwanted hindrance to life.

In my review had I physically retraced my path, or had my vivid imagination -- or something -- taken vise-like hold of my senses, hurled me again and again into my scenario of departure from the usual?

I should discover this truth. Haa Haaaaa, certainly I should! Or I will always wonder. Forever wonder.

I had stood, the three routes clearly available for travel, for strolling, for immersion within. Now why would I consider the concept 'immersion'? Why not simply strolling? Did something hover unseen nearby? Strolling implies a certain cooperative pleasurable amusement with another separate thing. Immersion can imply a devouring, a dark becoming-one-with, in its darker sense anyway.

Perhaps I should describe clearly in what remarkable twisted mauling of all logic I had found myself.

I had decided, there on the spot and out of three choices, on a stroll to Darkshore lake. I had turned right, thus heading into the initial rather straight but short leg of its overall winding access road.

At that point I was feeling so fine, for the day was pleasant.

So to continue, I had turned right and there strode off at a brisk clip along the hard packed dirt path.

Yes, I had turned Right, yet I was moving Forward!


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