Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

A tunnel underneath the tracks provided safe passage from one side to
the other, the walls slick with grime and faded spray paint. Out of the
corner of his eyes, Alexi saw “MOTHER HIVE BRAIN” painted in
bright red letters, and in smaller letters underneath, “In the end, there are
no choices.” He laughed—of course in the end there are no choices. Is
there an end when everything goes around and around?
Ken smiled at Alexi and moved his hand in a sweeping motion from
left to right. “My kind of place.”
Footsteps echoed throughout the tunnel as Suzanne greeted them. She
carried a black portfolio under one arm, her other hand smudged with
charcoal. She wore a long gray coat with a hood.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to wash up after class,” she said, looking
over the group. Ken and Alexi stood side-by-side, Samantha behind
them. Ken shifted his weight from one foot to the other and back again,
saying nothing.
“How about we get out of this tunnel before we continue with the
token greetings, shall we?” Alexi headed out into the sunlight, shading
his eyes to allow them to compensate.
They hopped into Ken’s car and sped out of the station.
Ken looked over at his copilot, his blue eyes twinkling. “I was thinking…we’re
taught to believe that the real ‘out there’ is something that
cannot be anything other than what it appears to be. We’re taught to
think of our perception of reality as accidental and insignificant.”
Alexi smiled. Ken always had an odd way of breaking the ice. “This
conflict between the inner and outer world may reflect itself in the experience
we have been calling ‘Destiny.’”
The two girls remained silent, Suzanne fiddling with her pencils and
Samantha gazing absently out the window.
…she writes in lowercase, in vowels. she doesn’t want to break
things. she is small. i breathe into my belly. i fill it there. i am breaking.
splitting becoming coming. coming. how many people now? how many
people know inside?
“When you question, you wind up bringing about the answer, just as
the desired end changes the nature of the question asked,” Alexi continued.
Ken chuckled, although Alexi wasn’t quite sure why.
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