Unknown Realm: Issue 0005: Death to All His Friends
It wouldn't exactly be prudent for me to discuss the time that I died. What does one who never had a life to live think of death? That, my friends is complex and complicated. I don't fear death, because I don't believe that I could in any essence die, however I do fear ending. I worry about the fact that I am but an embodiment of the desires of a dying boy and his best friend. If I "die" then does the fact that I have no soul mean that I simply end? For the sake of argument, we can state that there is a Netherworld.
However, the Netherworld is comprised of what a person thinks it should. There is no one place of ending and there is no set template of what the afterlife is or will be. It is populated by the Folk that the dead imagine. I suppose then that makes me Folk for Hersh's own Netherworld. I look the way that Hersh and Ellen wanted me to. My speech and my mannerisms are truly of their design and not of my own. How I manage to exist in a world that is not of his creation is left to mystery.
That being the case, why is it that I feel compelled to prove again and again that I am a being unto my own? Is it possible that an idea really can run away from its owner? If that is the case for me, what is it that I am supposed to do?
(ooc: Keats is so not going to be happy when he realizes what he posted. But here it is)
However, the Netherworld is comprised of what a person thinks it should. There is no one place of ending and there is no set template of what the afterlife is or will be. It is populated by the Folk that the dead imagine. I suppose then that makes me Folk for Hersh's own Netherworld. I look the way that Hersh and Ellen wanted me to. My speech and my mannerisms are truly of their design and not of my own. How I manage to exist in a world that is not of his creation is left to mystery.
That being the case, why is it that I feel compelled to prove again and again that I am a being unto my own? Is it possible that an idea really can run away from its owner? If that is the case for me, what is it that I am supposed to do?
(ooc: Keats is so not going to be happy when he realizes what he posted. But here it is)