01-18-2016, 10:25 PM
You've got to start looking, though.
It’s mid-afternoon, but the light streaming in through the balcony door makes it seem later. Rather than the bright, clear light of day, this is the warmer, tired light that flows over the mountains as the sun makes its slow descent towards the horizon. The air outside is cold – so cold – but fresh and clear. Good mountain air. The air inside is cool, but much warmer than outside. Warm enough for Alexander to be perched on the sofa in shorts and a tshirt.
Perhaps it was time to start looking at certain things in a different way. His Awakening had just kinda happened. He hadn’t come up with any reason for why it happened when and where it had. He’d returned to the same stretch of road – the smashed mirror and the black rubber streak from the truck tyres were fairly reliable landmarks at the time – and hadn’t seen, or felt, anything different to the rest of the highway. The voices he’s heard had never returned. His dreams had never returned to that snowy version of Pike Place. It had just been one of those things. Maybe his Avatar – or the part of him that was his Avatar – had decided that it was just the right time, the right place.
He’d ask, but that particular entity had been rather… absent ever since.
Alexander had assumed that maybe the changes that he’d seen in the others – the Seekings – had just happened too. And so he had waited. And waited. And become more frustrated and constrained by his limitations. He could have done more if he had just been… Better? Stronger? Only he hadn’t been. He hadn’t been able to look back at the campsite, or at the murder scene. He hadn’t been able to hold onto the spirit of Kozlowski, hadn’t been able to do more than see him fade across the barrier between their worlds – the physical and the spirit. Hadn’t been able to get an answer to who did this to you?
So maybe it was time to actually Seek. Whatever the hell that meant to him. Sera had given some ideas and it was probably time – well past time – to try. And this is what bring him here, now.
The only real sound in the apartment is music coming from Alex’s phone. It’s been running through a playlist of dance music. The music has all been without lyrics, but it has all had a noticeable beat thumping through it. It’s the kind of music that he loses himself in during those nights out, when the music and the crowd take over and his conscious mind takes a back seat and just lets him be.
He’d started out in something approximating the lotus position, one leg cross over the top of the other. That had become uncomfortable. So he’d shifted a little, perching on the edge of the couch with crossed legs. And he’d tried. He’d tried to meditate. He’d tried to lose himself in the music. He’d tried and tried and tried and… Nothing had happened. No epiphany, no moment of inspiration. Nothing that felt anything other than the couch under his ass and the cool air on his skin and the sound in his ears.
So he slumps back on the couch, kicking his legs out and resting them on the coffee table. The music plays on, but now he’s staring out of the window at the mountains.
This isn’t working.
It’s mid-afternoon, but the light streaming in through the balcony door makes it seem later. Rather than the bright, clear light of day, this is the warmer, tired light that flows over the mountains as the sun makes its slow descent towards the horizon. The air outside is cold – so cold – but fresh and clear. Good mountain air. The air inside is cool, but much warmer than outside. Warm enough for Alexander to be perched on the sofa in shorts and a tshirt.
Perhaps it was time to start looking at certain things in a different way. His Awakening had just kinda happened. He hadn’t come up with any reason for why it happened when and where it had. He’d returned to the same stretch of road – the smashed mirror and the black rubber streak from the truck tyres were fairly reliable landmarks at the time – and hadn’t seen, or felt, anything different to the rest of the highway. The voices he’s heard had never returned. His dreams had never returned to that snowy version of Pike Place. It had just been one of those things. Maybe his Avatar – or the part of him that was his Avatar – had decided that it was just the right time, the right place.
He’d ask, but that particular entity had been rather… absent ever since.
Alexander had assumed that maybe the changes that he’d seen in the others – the Seekings – had just happened too. And so he had waited. And waited. And become more frustrated and constrained by his limitations. He could have done more if he had just been… Better? Stronger? Only he hadn’t been. He hadn’t been able to look back at the campsite, or at the murder scene. He hadn’t been able to hold onto the spirit of Kozlowski, hadn’t been able to do more than see him fade across the barrier between their worlds – the physical and the spirit. Hadn’t been able to get an answer to who did this to you?
So maybe it was time to actually Seek. Whatever the hell that meant to him. Sera had given some ideas and it was probably time – well past time – to try. And this is what bring him here, now.
The only real sound in the apartment is music coming from Alex’s phone. It’s been running through a playlist of dance music. The music has all been without lyrics, but it has all had a noticeable beat thumping through it. It’s the kind of music that he loses himself in during those nights out, when the music and the crowd take over and his conscious mind takes a back seat and just lets him be.
He’d started out in something approximating the lotus position, one leg cross over the top of the other. That had become uncomfortable. So he’d shifted a little, perching on the edge of the couch with crossed legs. And he’d tried. He’d tried to meditate. He’d tried to lose himself in the music. He’d tried and tried and tried and… Nothing had happened. No epiphany, no moment of inspiration. Nothing that felt anything other than the couch under his ass and the cool air on his skin and the sound in his ears.
So he slumps back on the couch, kicking his legs out and resting them on the coffee table. The music plays on, but now he’s staring out of the window at the mountains.
This isn’t working.