The machine has slowed, and stopped in some areas. I had nothing but myself and time. I knew I had to take advantage of it. I had to discover who I was beneath my masks.
There is something significant in going back to your roots. Going back to the origin of you. All of the masks I tried to wear and the walls I built up around me fell away.
It felt like coming into the place that is “common to us all”. Beyond the veils of identity, behind the walls of separation. Somewhere, we all know each other, and this place felt like home.
It was like entering a room I’d never been in before, blindfolded. In that darkness, I sensed something. It was like I could see, even with my eyes closed.
It didn’t answer, but I felt something. I felt something melting and seeping through my skin. It slipped down my body, onto the river bank, and into the water. And then I saw them.