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I wake up. How long have I been sleeping for? Don't know, don't care. Heh. I swing my legs out of bed. Where the hell's my bed? I'm lying on the floor. But it's not the floor...it's fine, black sand. What the hell? I look around. There's...this wall. It archs away into the sky, forever and forever. I can't see the top. I really don't know whats going on here. Has this wall always been here? And where am I? I shrug, and get up. Task at hand, Gaz, task at hand. Get past this damn wall. It's smooth, no gaps to climb up. Since when can you climb anyway? Idiot.
No rocks around, can't bash it down. Don't try and hit it, Gaz, thats going to hurt. No really, don't. Ow. Told you, you thick git. Try and walk round it. Cool idea, genius, it's circular. That means there's no way round it.
So what are you going to do? I know in the darkest depth of my heart that this wall isn't real. Then why are my knuckles bleeding? Jesus, that hurts. It all hurts. It hurts like hell. What's wrong with me? I've got to get on with my shallow undemanding life.
Where did that come from? Shallow...
You're shallow, Gaz. You'll never amount to anything. You're thick. You're dropped. You're dumped. Get out of my sight. They come flying over the wall, right at me. They hit me, and I'm flung backwards, hitting hard against the wall. I sob. Why? The wall...yes...protection.
And I'm at the top of the wall, building it, making it stronger and more impassible. They can't get me here. I laugh, joyfully. They can't get me from behind the wall.
Let me in, Gaz. Let us in. We can't see you.
Sod off, yeah? I'm safe in here. It's my new womb. I'm never leaving it.
Then there's the new, soft knocking. A voice, softer than soft can possibly me. The wall...is shaking. No...NO! My wall...it's mine. -MINE!-. It's all I have sometimes. It's crumbling, collapsing. I can feel the bricks hitting me. Bricks, since when were there bricks? My wall was as one, not fragments. It's fragmented, I realise. I sink to the sand, weeping. It's never coming back. I'm falling apart.
It crashes to the ground. Nothing of it is left. The voice, a soft pressure on my shoulders as i an arm was around me...That's all I have. What use is that?
I wake up. She's there. That voice is hers. I kiss her. Simple.
No rocks around, can't bash it down. Don't try and hit it, Gaz, thats going to hurt. No really, don't. Ow. Told you, you thick git. Try and walk round it. Cool idea, genius, it's circular. That means there's no way round it.
So what are you going to do? I know in the darkest depth of my heart that this wall isn't real. Then why are my knuckles bleeding? Jesus, that hurts. It all hurts. It hurts like hell. What's wrong with me? I've got to get on with my shallow undemanding life.
Where did that come from? Shallow...
You're shallow, Gaz. You'll never amount to anything. You're thick. You're dropped. You're dumped. Get out of my sight. They come flying over the wall, right at me. They hit me, and I'm flung backwards, hitting hard against the wall. I sob. Why? The wall...yes...protection.
And I'm at the top of the wall, building it, making it stronger and more impassible. They can't get me here. I laugh, joyfully. They can't get me from behind the wall.
Let me in, Gaz. Let us in. We can't see you.
Sod off, yeah? I'm safe in here. It's my new womb. I'm never leaving it.
Then there's the new, soft knocking. A voice, softer than soft can possibly me. The wall...is shaking. No...NO! My wall...it's mine. -MINE!-. It's all I have sometimes. It's crumbling, collapsing. I can feel the bricks hitting me. Bricks, since when were there bricks? My wall was as one, not fragments. It's fragmented, I realise. I sink to the sand, weeping. It's never coming back. I'm falling apart.
It crashes to the ground. Nothing of it is left. The voice, a soft pressure on my shoulders as i an arm was around me...That's all I have. What use is that?
I wake up. She's there. That voice is hers. I kiss her. Simple.
Sorry, nice story!
If only, if only.
I wake up. How long have I been sleeping for? Don't know, don't care. Heh. I swing my legs out of bed. Where the hell's my bed? I'm lying on the floor. But it's not the floor...it's fine, black sand. What the hell? I look around. There's...this wall. It archs away into the sky, forever and forever. I can't see the top. I really don't know whats going on here. Has this wall always been here? And where am I? I shrug, and get up. Task at hand, Gaz, task at hand. Get past this damn wall. It's smooth, no gaps to climb up. Since when can you climb anyway? Idiot.
No rocks around, can't bash it down. Don't try and hit it, Gaz, thats going to hurt. No really, don't. Ow. Told you, you thick git. Try and walk round it. Cool idea, genius, it's circular. That means there's no way round it.
So what are you going to do? I know in the darkest depth of my heart that this wall isn't real. Then why are my knuckles bleeding? Jesus, that hurts. It all hurts. It hurts like hell. What's wrong with me? I've got to get on with my shallow undemanding life.
Where did that come from? Shallow...
You're shallow, Gaz. You'll never amount to anything. You're thick. You're dropped. You're dumped. Get out of my sight. They come flying over the wall, right at me. They hit me, and I'm flung backwards, hitting hard against the wall. I sob. Why? The wall...yes...protection.
And I'm at the top of the wall, building it, making it stronger and more impassible. They can't get me here. I laugh, joyfully. They can't get me from behind the wall.
Let me in, Gaz. Let us in. We can't see you.
Sod off, yeah? I'm safe in here. It's my new womb. I'm never leaving it.
Then there's the new, soft knocking. A voice, softer than soft can possibly me. The wall...is shaking. No...NO! My wall...it's mine. -MINE!-. It's all I have sometimes. It's crumbling, collapsing. I can feel the bricks hitting me. Bricks, since when were there bricks? My wall was as one, not fragments. It's fragmented, I realise. I sink to the sand, weeping. It's never coming back. I'm falling apart.
It crashes to the ground. Nothing of it is left. The voice, a soft pressure on my shoulders as i an arm was around me...That's all I have. What use is that?
I wake up. She's there. That voice is hers. I kiss her. Simple.
No rocks around, can't bash it down. Don't try and hit it, Gaz, thats going to hurt. No really, don't. Ow. Told you, you thick git. Try and walk round it. Cool idea, genius, it's circular. That means there's no way round it.
So what are you going to do? I know in the darkest depth of my heart that this wall isn't real. Then why are my knuckles bleeding? Jesus, that hurts. It all hurts. It hurts like hell. What's wrong with me? I've got to get on with my shallow undemanding life.
Where did that come from? Shallow...
You're shallow, Gaz. You'll never amount to anything. You're thick. You're dropped. You're dumped. Get out of my sight. They come flying over the wall, right at me. They hit me, and I'm flung backwards, hitting hard against the wall. I sob. Why? The wall...yes...protection.
And I'm at the top of the wall, building it, making it stronger and more impassible. They can't get me here. I laugh, joyfully. They can't get me from behind the wall.
Let me in, Gaz. Let us in. We can't see you.
Sod off, yeah? I'm safe in here. It's my new womb. I'm never leaving it.
Then there's the new, soft knocking. A voice, softer than soft can possibly me. The wall...is shaking. No...NO! My wall...it's mine. -MINE!-. It's all I have sometimes. It's crumbling, collapsing. I can feel the bricks hitting me. Bricks, since when were there bricks? My wall was as one, not fragments. It's fragmented, I realise. I sink to the sand, weeping. It's never coming back. I'm falling apart.
It crashes to the ground. Nothing of it is left. The voice, a soft pressure on my shoulders as i an arm was around me...That's all I have. What use is that?
I wake up. She's there. That voice is hers. I kiss her. Simple.