THE MASK OF AN AUTHOR
- It
bothered me to wear the author’s mask that was hanging on this wall. A mask always
needs to have a face inside, to become a mask. So in a way, without this botheration
on my part, the mask would not ever function. I pushed my face in the mould and
felt the welcoming vacuum: I shall belong to it.
- After
fixing the mask, I held my breath. A trembling noise crawled on my face.I
sensed vaguely that the mask was making a hole in my consciousness – a hole
that ate up along with chunks of memories, unexpected fringes of conversations
and unfocused contours of sights.
- I
was warned in a dream later, of storms forming at the horizon.
2 comments:
I love the way you write. It looks very spontaneous to me. I hope the mask has turned out well. And your writings are really deep. It takes a while for me to tune into your mind set with which you have written. Keep writing more, I would definitely love to read more of you. Do let me know if you write a book :P
A fan
@ wanderer
:)
it's a fond responsibility to have a reader; hope i never disappoint you
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