Mentalseesaw

Even as I hold this pen, and write these words, I shiver to think at what must come, what must be committed to the annals of memory and history; I should not do it, I should not even think it. But that is the curse of those burdened with insight – I cannot forget, so I must write; I must write and expel a little piece of this madness lest it eat me alive before I am done. I hope that no one ever finds this, or god forbid reads it, but maybe it will serve as a warning to an unfortunate soul with a little more luck left in his life than I. I will start at the beginning, and maybe smile at the naïveté I used to call my own, that w

Downpour. As usual the vitriolic rains that slowly eroded The Core had shown their face, droplets of water mixed with various dangerous chemicals pattering with a hugely ironic harmless sound against the treated glass cases that covered the living areas of The Core. Even amongst the weighty black clouds and lethal rain fall The Core stood out against the landscape like a giant tech-noir monument, towers and cables spiraling up into the sky many feet from the ground level where The Core started, indeed, it grew both ways, descending into the inky depths of the earth and simultaneously stretching out towards the stars. The battleship grey of t