The History of Writing (II.)

Of course, he'd never personally encountered Adam & Eve and had only been aware of their legend through travel-worn, confused, repaired, retold versions of wheresoever it had initially sprouted from. The nature of their "sin" confused him especially. It made very little sense to Sisyphus that Creation would regard the consensual hunger of two vulnerable humans with the same animosity as it did corporeal disease or psychological abnormality. And he thought with considerable focus but there was nowhere to seek a true answer from. As the carbon of what can no longer endure time & pressure expires and sets the world at question so, too the landscape of what never was shamelessly exhales its rumor, its woeful suggestion upon the matter of the extant and the living. 

Sisyphus sat down on the bed. 

The quiet reminded him of earthly motel rooms, where there were clean sheets on the mattress and fresh pillowcases and comforters and every surface was dusted recently whatever town you happened to end up in: and how those places compared with the Post-Verse, or the Tangential Plane as it is sometimes referred to, that is largely clayish-red stone and apparently regenerates with the entropy of time and cooperatively disseminates into the black atoms and silence and the slide of the air about it. He thought of time on Earth and he thought of time where he was and as he tried to weigh out the difference, if there was any, he briefly recalled Persephone in the sweetly distant past... 



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