Was it three days since he had been resurrected? It was hard to put the pieces together as he seemed to be alive and living in all places and all times he had ever lived in. And he was dipping in and out of them and the present was just another moment that had happened in the past, would happen in the future or was happening right now. The right now of everyone else, the present moment that you all live in and as each moment passes and explodes it becomes the past tense. The sequel to Perdam Babylonis Nomen Cover art by Ashely Reakes http: //www.ashleyreaks.com/
Was it three days since he had been resurrected? It was hard to put the pieces together as he seemed to be alive and living in all places and all time...
The city's streets are so wet shining and grey. My wasteland. Another car flies past. a rumble. A lorry. Ceaseless noise fills my ears and eats my mind. The flow is broken. So this is where it all started. I suppose that it will end here too. He is sitting motionless. A young man. Long hair. Anonymous. Uninteresting. Average. So much aggression and frustration pressure rising up. In me? Would I cry. I would. Turn up the volume, stand against the intensity of the moment the music, shiver and cry. Cover illustration by Georgia de la Bertauche
The city's streets are so wet shining and grey. My wasteland. Another car flies past. a rumble. A lorry. Ceaseless noise fills my ears and eats my min...
