Does a place like Revol exist? For several years I’ve dreamed of that place if it exists. I’m being followed by two figures one a young man with a sinister smile urging me to come with his finger, an older man waving me in disheveled clothing with a walking stick saying come each time as he repeats his voiced rises. I’m on that road to that place. I never get there. They knock at my door like a telemarketer making me go crazy.
I finally entered a city, or was it just a few buildings by the roadside? I entered a scary, dirty bathroom, man it was huge with toilets, dimmed lights, and pipes crusted with dirt, and spiders. I was the only one in there; I tried to walk the entire length of the bathroom. There was no end. It was a maze. One part of it, crowds of people appeared as they went about their business. The toilet partitions were stalls for selling food and things, and fruits were piled everywhere on the urine-wet, smelly floors. It got so crowded that I began to suffocate from the number of bodies. I climbed up a high point and looked to the horizon. There was no end to the bathroom; I asked trapped there for the rest of my life. As I was about gag, I found the entrance. Outside I was still in an enclosed city, people walking about, imagine cars speeding here and there inside of a high-rise building. That world contained in a building goes on forever, and my chance to get out was finding the original entrance way.
I continued on the road, rarely finding what I was looking for. Then it occurred to me that I was trying to find myself. Revol was me? It’s that magical city where people walk long treks to find who they are.
I came to a tall three-story structure built of glass curiously with things for living inside it. But it was surrounded by nothing, no soil, rock, natural formation of plants, nothing like a blank, it’s twilight. I’m walking on something solid, yet beneath my feet I’m treading in the sky as I imagine it to be. There were no clouds. I stepped up to the entrance way paused for a while, peered up saw someone looking outward from the glass panel with the hand up against it. She was pained. I decided to go up to see her; the door was unlocked. On the bottom floor, a musty smell dominated; each step counted as I went upstairs, the shadow wasn’t there I decided to stay. Where else to go? End of the road, was I still living in a dream? As I looked out the window, that world was a blank slate, the sky. In my thoughts I imagined a vast garden it appeared in a moment. I was home, even if it was a dream.
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