Alberto D. Hetman
10-17-2008, 02:36 PM
The bottomless pit
“…And cast him into the bottomless pit.”
Revelation 20:3
I am falling down. It goes by what I believe are minutes, and I keep on falling down. It is dark. I try to touch the walls, if there are any; even though I try, my fingertips do not touch anything. Nor there is anything to grab on to. I am falling down. At times I try to look towards one side or the other, But where? There is neither up nor down. I discard the idea of being suspended by a string on my back. I am falling down; I know it because I feel a light push upwards. Also, but I'm not sure about this, I hear a hiss, monotonous, the only sound that I listen to in addition to my hasty breathing, the one belonging to a frightened man. I conjecture that it is the sound of air rubbing my body in my fall. I am falling down, and I ask myself where, or why. I keep on falling down, and I imagine myself that within a few seconds I am going to crash into the bottom, that my skull is going to explode into pieces. And everything is finally going to finish. I see that death as a hope, because I do not know why I am falling down or where. And I tell myself that it is going to finish, but it does not finish, and I keep on falling down. It’s neither hot nor cold. Although at times I feel my feet freezing. At the same time, my forehead boils, as if I had a fever. Where am I? How did I end up in this bottomless pit? I believe, as minutes go by, or a time that contains a succession of nothing equal to itself, that I am not falling down but turning around a circular tube. And then, this nightmare will never end. Where are the other ones, my fellowmen? I don't know it. I want to scream, to ask for help. But it is as if I were dumb. I clap with my hands but there is no echo. I make noise with some keys, uselessly I assure myself. Because I am alone. And I keep on falling down, promising me again and again that I am going to do something to prevent it. Or that something is going to happen suddenly. I keep on falling down…
“…And cast him into the bottomless pit.”
Revelation 20:3
I am falling down. It goes by what I believe are minutes, and I keep on falling down. It is dark. I try to touch the walls, if there are any; even though I try, my fingertips do not touch anything. Nor there is anything to grab on to. I am falling down. At times I try to look towards one side or the other, But where? There is neither up nor down. I discard the idea of being suspended by a string on my back. I am falling down; I know it because I feel a light push upwards. Also, but I'm not sure about this, I hear a hiss, monotonous, the only sound that I listen to in addition to my hasty breathing, the one belonging to a frightened man. I conjecture that it is the sound of air rubbing my body in my fall. I am falling down, and I ask myself where, or why. I keep on falling down, and I imagine myself that within a few seconds I am going to crash into the bottom, that my skull is going to explode into pieces. And everything is finally going to finish. I see that death as a hope, because I do not know why I am falling down or where. And I tell myself that it is going to finish, but it does not finish, and I keep on falling down. It’s neither hot nor cold. Although at times I feel my feet freezing. At the same time, my forehead boils, as if I had a fever. Where am I? How did I end up in this bottomless pit? I believe, as minutes go by, or a time that contains a succession of nothing equal to itself, that I am not falling down but turning around a circular tube. And then, this nightmare will never end. Where are the other ones, my fellowmen? I don't know it. I want to scream, to ask for help. But it is as if I were dumb. I clap with my hands but there is no echo. I make noise with some keys, uselessly I assure myself. Because I am alone. And I keep on falling down, promising me again and again that I am going to do something to prevent it. Or that something is going to happen suddenly. I keep on falling down…