Eye Candy for the Blind

The Noble Path: Song of Hope

2009-05-14T21:36:16Z

I am unbound. I shall cut through this haze....and save myself. I shall follow the code I have created, and let it grow. Hopefully..somehow...I will change myself, then the world at large.

"A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by one lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which a vulgar man aspires." ~ Marcus Aurelius

I am going to use this dusty old tome as a record of the change, and how each single step will dramatically alter my existence. In order to progress, such things are necessary.

~I shall be in service to the common man.~

After sitting through a rather heated argument between by parents and my sister, (I was requested to act as an intermediate) said sister requested that I accompany her to her home, as to bring her goods remaining at the parents home to hers. I did so, driving the silver abomination up that hill, and finished the job rather quickly. My diplomacy helped to end the issue between the two parties as it always does, and I returned to the vehicle. Upon my attempt to escape the area, however, a foreign voice greeted me with a question. Another young female from that housing district requested my aid in unpacking her vehicle as well. At first I thought it a bit odd, asking a complete stranger to assist you takes some manner of bravado. However...I could not allow such a deed to breeze by.

I helped her swiftly, and she praised me for it. When the job was finished, she reached into her purse (Imagine that! Struggling to live, but still showing generosity!) only to hear me explain that I needed know payment. I explained "I am in service to my people." with a wry smile. She thanked me, and stated that "though I talk funny, I'm a pretty nice guy". I left, feeling accomplished that I already had begun the process. There was no need for an exchange of names. Anonymity insures that their is no real personal gain. Besides, I'd love to imagine the stories of some black-clad hero making someones day just a bit better....

~I shall not accept monetary reward.~

Two pieces of the code in one day...perhaps more later. This is only the beginning. Through the darkness, I can still see the fading beauty in the world. Perhaps I can sustain it just a bit longer.

~L.G.

The Unbound, III: Recurring Nightmare

2009-04-18T04:04:01Z

The machine still moves. Breaths, though thats been a bit tough lately. Must be coming down with something...Isn't it nice, on top of everything else. When it rains, I suppose. The solar tyrant lashed me furiously today. Teaches me to go out during the day, even for sport. If you could call it that. I spoke to the Grey today. Spoke of changes, spoke of lost hopes and possible bridges rebuilt. Though he agreed, the truth that lurks in the evening speaks differently. The gathering is a mockery of its former self. Aggression, boredom, and languid eyes. Viewed 'The Spirit', amused me somewhat. But I could have done that alone. Even when I'm with people, I still feel alone. The curse is stronger then it used to be...or maybe I'm just noticing it more now. This foolish endeavor was the only thing driving me on, coercing me to live. I'm losing interest in it. What lies beyond this solipsism?

I'll fade away, a mirage in the pyre of our dreams.
I'll fade away, a lost child of a forgotten time.
I'll fade away. Aeternum Vale, Butterfly.

The mask lay shattered on the floor.

The Unbound, II: Fading Dreams

2009-04-04T15:55:26Z

These are the end of our halcyon days. The oath is broken, the seeds scattered. There is no longer an us, but a "you" and "I". Perhaps it is better this way. The council's pillars crumble into dust, and from dust shall rise again...but different. A heart once broken may regrow gnarled, and darker. One disappears into the South-lands, seeking freedom. One flees from his pain, taking flight on blood-bought wings. One retires to the Eastern Farmlands, willingly accepting the rotten harvest. One drifts off to sleep life away, dreamless and alone. One abandons his family, to seem strong. One grasps the love he has found, clinging to one of the fleeting hopes of life. One stares into the night sky, begging for a purpose, or an end.

Enough prophecy. I am anxious to find out if my theory is correct about what ails me...if so, then it may have been changing my thought patterns ever so gently. I'd have been blessed with an extra layer of depression from a legion I may never see. If not...I am just this way myself. Wouldn't that be..wonderful.

I've nothing to cherish. No goal left. If I am a machine of flesh, that is what I shall act like. An automaton, resolutely doing a job until it no longer can. What a dreary entry.

The Unbound, I: Reinvention

2009-03-25T18:16:32Z

I suppose I'm not really all that surprised about the current situation. I've been drained of almost all intent of interaction with my friends. That is of course assuming my health problems weren't already holding me back. The rabbit failed again today, unable to rise early enough for my standards. I'm tired of giving in to such nonsense, so when he finally does get out of bed I plan to reward his folly with the news I'd rather just be alone today, again. I don't believe I'm going to go to the haven for a while, as it is all but safe, and far from amusing. The only thing I'm really concerned with now is progressing in the project. I'll keep tabs on those I care about, while I enjoy this lonely sabbatical. The game must be finished. I'm not going to waste time on vices with no possible positive outcome. On top of that, my monetary failings loom over me still. What a mad world.

The Jewish Community Center was entertaining, at least.

The Prologue Revery

2009-03-24T16:50:30Z

"Thomas, you're one cold motherfucker." The shadow's words cut through him like a knife. "I've seen assassins that didn't have the balls to do what you're doing. Guess you really don't have a heart anymore. That damn title suited you." The shadow cackled in delight, its small frame cringing from the stress, but willing nonetheless. Like an ebbing tide, the creature's tone and mood shifted. "You always were the best driver, you know? Even through all the pain, you still did it. Top notch. Fucking remarkable."

All the while, Thomas just stared out at the pages. They flew free now, but soon would be gathered back into the tome, its secrets unlocked. Its madness unveiled.

He'd be able to hide behind the mask again soon.