This is a sketch pad exercise for the idea bubbling up in my mind, it has not been thought through yet, cue blog.
A friend leaps to their death not knowing at all what that might be, they fall, and fall and fall. At first they scream, but after that finishes a conversation ensues.
Random guy - are you done, now?
Friend - done? With what?
Rg - Screaming. It is a phase, been trying to understand the purpose myself.
Friend - I scream because of that feeling, sensory overload, they say.
Rg - You get accustomed to the feeling. Who are they?
Friend - who are you?
Rg - Just a fellow gallery, been falling for so so long now. I would pray, but I am wondering if it would make a difference or not.
Friend - religious guy, huh? I was what people call "intellectual".
Rg - Really? What's that mean?
Friend - um, (laughing) I refused to fall for anything, unless it was proven.
Rg - (laughing, too) Really, and how were things proved in this world?
Friend - by how you sensed it, I guess. Wait! You mean to say you came from another world? How did you even get here?
Rg - I am not sure what worlds are anymore so, I can't answer that, but this is a definable uhhhh.. place? So, I call it a different world. As to how I got here, I fell bigtime. I was told love was the greatest mystery, never solved, and that thus Hole held the secrets of the whole world, so I jumped in looking for Love. What brings you here?
Ok, now I am laughing too hard to continue.
