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Weingeist: The DrunkenNicht zwangsläufig.
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Atmospheric text from Geist
Posted: 2009-05-15
It feels like when I died, all over again.
I can feel that I’m afraid, but it’s a faraway sensation, like I’m looking down on it from a high bridge. My fear is down there, drifting slowly on the river, real but not reachable.
Everything goes slow. I realize that my watch has stopped: I can feel the cold metal back against my wrist, and there is no tick of the second-hand to beat out in time with my pulse.
My pulse has stopped, too. I am between heartbeats. The stillness is rising up in me, a perfect wave of cold motionless.
Its fingers rest on my shoulders. Again, I don’t flinch at their touch. I didn’t then because I didn’t know any better. I don’t now because its fingers are a part of me, like my hand moving on its own.
I see the three men in front of me, now gray and indistinct. The caul is over my eyes — shapeless, but casting a shadow in my mind, a shadow shaped like a key.
The voice rushes in my ears, a tumble of dry leaves and mouse bones.
Let me.
I nod, and I turn the key.
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