Ancient Reptilian Brain
- conversations
- 13
- Locations
- 3
Dialogue
13- There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no…
- A man in his late twenties with a thin, unimpressive beard notices you approaching. He…
- "Think you can hang our brother and then just fucking talk your way out of it?" His eyes…
- Dolores Dei -- the innocence of humanism, internationalism, and the welfare state…
- Sleep is merciful this time, brother. Not too deep. Lit by the continuous sound of the…
- The stage is all set up for your performance. Feels... silent. You can hear the pellets…
- Nothing jumps out to you. Nothing out of the ordinary.
- Do you remember the scent of your childhood?
- It's easier, this time, drifting off. Your head has found a comfortable indent in the…
- There is nothing.
- Here we are again, my broken bird. The waves are coming... carrying you away... but you…
- Thoughts, baby. A million little lights in the dark. You're one fine instrument, brother…
- Like a deftly cast fishing net, sleep pulls you out of the world and into its dark shore…