part three, strange mornings

On a cold and damp February morning I awoke with a start; something was not right. I threw the blankets off and slipped silently out of bed, cringing as my feet made contact with the chilly floors. As I crept stealthily to the door of my small bedroom I strained my ears to catch a faint clue as to what May have awakened me. The sun had not yet broken free from the icy grip of twilight and so the light was very pale that was coming in through my widow. I padded up silently to the door and put my ear to the wood listening cautiously. I couldn’t hear anything so I cautiously started to turn the rusty handle on the door. It scraped and I froze, waiting. After a few more moments I twisted the knob the rest f the way and slowly opened the door as slowly as I could. When it was only and inch open I put my eyes to the gap an glanced about the rest of my apartment. Living in this neighborhood on the wharfs the rent had been cheaper than what I could have found in other parts of seattle but the risks I took were also slightly increased. Satisfied that my senses had been playing tricks on me I pushed the door out of my way and staggered to the stove across the room. Coffee was on my mind. It was better than thinking about what I’d seen. That was why I was here. My job, up until recently, had been as an acquisitor for the Museum of History and Antiquities in Centralis. I travelled the world searching for strange artifacts and relics of ancient cultures to purchase and send back to the museum. Of course being in such a position I had quite a respectable personal collection of objects that the museum had been unaware of. My particular interests involved the accouterments and trappings of magic workers. From ancient witches, tribal shamans to modern magicians and self-made fortune tellers. I collected the strange memorabilia associated with the trades plied by the many mystic magicians the world over. The incident of which I spoke which has led to my residence in a somewhat questionable area began on the 27th of September.  I had just returned to the museum after a rather successful trip to the southern coast of the African continent. I had spent the night at a friend’s house and after a delicious breakfast of eggs and coffee I had arrived at the museum at precisely 10’o clock. The curator was there to greet me and we exchanged greetings on the marble steps before retreating to the more familiar halls of antiquity that lay behind the magnificent brass doors that served to guard the secrets of the ages from their immortal enemy: Time.

well, here it is. not finished yet. part three should keep you from ripping me to pieces.

-ttt

Past

This installment of Choxus was written a short time after the first story was written. it is short and only a fragment of more to come. I believe it was remnant and figures of a past life.  I have been there. This is being published now because it has already been written in the World Book and so the world must know.

The insanity of one May only be encompassed by the insanity of the masses yet... I still feel that my pain surpasses all others. I lie trapped here, on the cold floor of this crypt waiting for the passage of time which is my executioner. I would claim my life for my own had I the strength of will that others posses, but alas I am weak willed and only given to slight outbursts thought never enough to save my life. I wish to god that I could even hope for the merest thought of rescue but even that faint glimmer of salvation eludes me. I alone am the keeper of the passages of antiquity which have led me to my doom. I alone hold the key to breaking the sealed passages which lea down under the earth’s surface into the caverns and labyrinthine tunnels I find myself now entrenched in. Cursed be those who dwell beneath the feet of the unenlightened masses that tread their weary paths until their final breath. Cursed be those who have drifted, as I have, away from the light and into the unknowing blackness. I suppose again I’ve started to ramble. I find it difficult not to get lost in my own thoughts for sanity has long since deserted me. My only companion these days being the darkness and the sound of my own voice, though I sometimes doubt the truth of it.

On a side note, i've been conscious now for more than 36 hours and have completed half of the next installment of the World Book. Expect its unveiling within the week.

Choxus: the purpose, the plan, the premiere

"Choxus: the World Book" started out as a minor literary idea i had one night in a dream. i am not so clueless as to ignore what my mind is calling me to do so i began tinkering and fiddling. i came up with the title and began the book with a simple paragraph. it's a book that is as disjointed as it is autobiographical. in this stage it will probably seem like a random collection of prose, poetry, and piddling but i assure you that it is far from it. In the final stages of it's development i'll be called upon to engage my temporal intuition to place the world book in its proper order. much as God was said to do with the real world. i won't make any predictions but wouldn't it be funny if the compilation and arrangement took seven days? so without further ado i will present to you the first ever published (as far as i know... who knows when i really revealed the first pages of Choxus to the world) words of Choxus: the World Book".

"Infinity being the concept upon which the world is hinged, this text seeks to define and ultimately destroy that very element, though it is nearly indefinable. The very fabric of existence is something which the common man thinks little of during his internment in this world, yet for one such a myself i cannot help but become engrossed in its intricacies and its mysteries."

There you have it. the first words... maybe.

And now a little about myself i suppose. i'm a young man not even fully entered into adulthood and yet i cannot help but feel as if the process of aging is unrelated to the mental stereotypes commonly associated with it. I cannot help but feel that there is no reason to lose ones sense of wonder and excitement at the treasure that abound in the realms around us.  Again and again i find myself confronted with the hardened and ill-tempered individuals that roam this planet and their incessant demands that i bend my head and submit to the oppressive will of the world. that i don the yoke of slavery to my fellow man and that i give up once and for all the care-free days which so tenderly have carried me thus far. I refuse with every fiber of my being their accusations of guilt, their cries of foul play! I refuse to be just another cog in the great mass of flesh that grinds the world to it's doom! I AM ME! I AM FREE!

Choxus will be where i chronicle my (mis)adventures and my triumphs (or defeats). Farewell dear reader, thank you for your time. Updates to follow for inspiration, unlike lighting, does strike the same place twice.