Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Karl Olsberg's "Cubeworld"

Something’s wrong, but I don’t know what.
I don’t even know how I know that there’s something wrong. It’s a strange feeling that the world isn’t quite like it should be.
The world is a beach, which some terrace-like hills behind it. Waves wash silently against the sand. A cool breeze comes in from the sea. The air smells of salt.
…It’s okay to be here… [But] I remember a sad face and realize that it’s somehow not okay to be here after all.”

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