@vancexentanA few blocks away from the park? bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbAAs Hans' briskly moved towards the pulsing pink glow that emanated from the front of the unassuming streetside house, the questioning voice of his travelling companion calling out from behind him, the world suddenly lurched into yellow. A transition from the clarity of what he was once seeing to a hazy, indistinct fog of gold. As if someone had taken the canvas of reality and splashed the watercolour upon a beautiful painting. Everything had been diminished, rendered into lesser.
The sound of the suburbs, barely audible.
The scent of grass and concrete, too minute to breathe.
The sharp noon air upon his lips, replaced with an uneasy cloudiness.
If he turned around, the woman he was with was gone. There were no cars on the streets. No passersby. Totally barren.
Except for a shimmering membrane, a strange illusion-like thing that hung between him and the sidewalk, disappearing and reappearing in the corner of Hans' eye every time he blinked. And faint sounds - faint
familiar sounds - emanated from that flickering film. Sounds of a reality.
Yet a thread of pink light, glowing and pulsing fainter and fainter, dangled out of the door to the house that he had stepped in the land of.
Dangled out of that ajar door.
Plank Sinatra
Onarax
