“My grandmother used to tell us a tale of the lodestone Mountain: vessels that
came too near were suddenly shorn of all their ironwork; the nails flew towards the
mountain, and the poor wretches perished amidst the disjointed planks.”
-The Sorrows of Young Werther: Goethe
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I still remember the scenery before birth.
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It was a uniform, luminous darkness.
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In such a vast field, there was no such thing as distance;
Things that seemed to be a million miles away might turn out very close to each other if viewed from another angle.
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‘Lives’ were dispersed throughout as radiance and chroma.
However, ‘I’ did not yet have my own awareness of individuality.
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I would like to say it was a peaceful and harmonious world,
but at the time, any opposing notion to peace and harmony didn’t exist.
Nor did feelings, descriptions, or perceptions.
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My current self is merely tracing the appearance of that place,
stiffly describing it through the tongue I picked up in this world.
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At last, only when I was about to depart,
The gears of ‘memory’ had begun turning within my soul.
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That was the origin of my consciousness.
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“Fear not.”
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“Fear not.”
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“Fear not.”
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“Lad.”
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“Y’alright?
What brought ya here?”
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“There’re often wolves here at night.
Just a stroke of luck you aint eaten.”
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“What’s the matter?
Have you been starving so long you’ve forgotten how to eat?”
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“Out here isn’t a place for city slickers or
artists to romanticize themselves.”
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“Head north, toward the coast.
You’ll see a white wooden house after about an hour’s walk.”
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“Take some rest over there,
then head on back home,”
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“Nature can bring you a hella torture
that you ain’t ever known.”
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“Room for one?”
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“...Yes, please.”
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“Come with me then.”
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“I’m Molly, the hostel manager.
If you’ve got questions, I’ll be around.”
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“Ok.”
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“What's your name?”
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“Icek.”
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“Welcome to the House of May, Icek.”