Chapter 2 (Cont.)
"Do you remember Princegrave College?", he said bluntly. Do I? Finished high school my next step was primed to be different but of course life has many surprises rammed along all the possible stupendous in Tatterstown Brigittecunt Dumbelrunt Mossfeg then it seemed that fate had Princegrave in store what could be the underlying push or the discreetness of fate what reveals in miniscule because that too has its justification in the way one year passed two passed and I thought I was having a hard time and it is not where I belong but in the hindsight the place in its external countenance and the speeches and evocations that countenance upholds and spreads it is within yourself to know what these signals meant two years had already passed and latched on the third and my mental health improved I started seeing less wrong in Princegrave and Tatterstown and the world in general this is not the course into omnibenevolence but my internal room was starting to enact disinfect my mind started flourishing but not yet third year passed sprung onto the fourth and by then I had started fixing a lot of the ruin that ruminated with black thoughts my interior room like an interrogator without empathy and possibly without agenda thus he becomes an agent or a foul sadist my academics was flourishing too and my social life too there were many outcasts that I hung with and there were the neurotic go-getters and the others such as time wasters and hedoniacs just all the kind of people that possibly ruminate the college to make the institution think as if its concrete structures and erudite spaces had become alive to see that not only the aspirations populate these spaces no way only those have the right to be here a college is a phase of life the true education lay within oneself and that is not to say that autodidacts are the learners but learners are those who have known the pits of unlearning before all. I told him: "Maybe I do. I passed rather interesting time there. What is it you?" I suppose he was expecting a more surprised demeanour from my reply, maybe I am slightly surprised, but I have to stay collected right now, I sympathise with the rebels, but I cannot afford to compromise our security. Do I want to know what happens to someone the authority deems a "traitor"? My neighbour, Mr. Roger Sethcum, disappeared last year, out of the blue. With his whole family. No one knows what became of them, they simply disappeared. Into the thin air. Not air. Not void. What is a human being capable of? Home Minister Carmen Horseshoe is a beautiful woman and very well-spoken but I know that it's only a mask. So, what about this rebel, who indeed does look like he could be a rebel, but then again, doesn't Horseshoe look benevolent? By now I have figured out that, this stranger comes up at my house and with neither shyness nor coyness asks for my visit, why would I be surprised if he also knew details about me beforehand. My university is hardly anything in hard accessibility zone, as I am currently the senior vice president of marketing department at Datamangle Inc, one of the leading corporations in Tatterstown. Although I suppose personal info should be confidential to outsiders like him, with the recent state of things, I'm concerned that data breach is getting arrayed like this. Does he know me from before? Do I know him from before? There's no way of knowing with such densely bearded face: his eyes, while rather eye-catching, does not ring a particular bell. There are regular eyes and there are the unique ones that's unmistakable even if long time passes. As if, the eyes, their image, gets disembodied into an aerial eye and haunts you like epileptic fits. I remember Dana Brazencunt's eyes, she was a friend of mine back in Princegrave. A femme fatale siren, her eyes reeked of cold malevolence; like an idyllic sonnet composed in an icy morgue. This bearded stranger's appear like a calm storm, with a dash of world-weariness. Could he be an alumnus of Princegrave College too? The deduction is heading towards that assumption. He maintained his matter-of-fact like coolness when he asked me another question, disregarding mine to him: "Do you remember Frank Kinkstahl?"
Funtitled #7
Schmerzbau Mk. 3 I / Anathema II