This is a deep-dive into a conceptual pool. Hold your breath.
Sometimes, -maybe even ofttimes people get bogged down in the weeds along the shoreline-- and never even make it far enough to venture into the deep at all. They live in the marshlands, -in the swamp where things creep and crawl and slither and snake about. Where no one would really choose to live, yet so many do indeed dwell there ---the walking dead. Zombie apocalypse, only a semblance of being alive, not at all truly awake. If I was to tell their story it would be the stuff of night terrors. To depict it in art I would paint with Dante's brush. It's a living hell.
Unaware even, of their circumstance and plight, they plod along having been directed long ago by blind and yet trusted guides. And so the blind, lead the blind and both fall into a pit. That's where this story begins.
It hinges on a complete misunderstanding that takes them down a particular path.
Sometimes, -maybe even ofttimes people get bogged down in the weeds along the shoreline-- and never even make it far enough to venture into the deep at all. They live in the marshlands, -in the swamp where things creep and crawl and slither and snake about. Where no one would really choose to live, yet so many do indeed dwell there ---the walking dead. Zombie apocalypse, only a semblance of being alive, not at all truly awake. If I was to tell their story it would be the stuff of night terrors. To depict it in art I would paint with Dante's brush. It's a living hell.
Unaware even, of their circumstance and plight, they plod along having been directed long ago by blind and yet trusted guides. And so the blind, lead the blind and both fall into a pit. That's where this story begins.
It hinges on a complete misunderstanding that takes them down a particular path.