Linking himself to the past was the hardest form he found it possible to take but he knew, somewhere in the murky recesses of his memory that there was a reason for his current predicament, one which he needed to remedy. The endlessly rolling undulations of his blurred vision made connecting the present situation an impossible task, a mountain he had to conquer before anything else was to be possible. He stretched out his arm; reaching for something, anything tangible with which he could hold onto which would remind him of his mortality. The 'memento mori' came at that time in the form of a hard, almost cylindrical object. As he pulled it closer towards him its harsh glare caused him to wince, bringing a wave of nausea from the depths of the organic mass positioned somewhere beneath where he was, an almost independent form save for the communal malaise between mind and body.
Two hands became one as his eyes struggled to regain perception, the offending object in his hand taking on the recognisable shape of a mobile phone. The putrid toxic hue of the screen was like acid for his eyes as he struggled to make sense of the jumbled text on the screen until he could no longer bear it, throwing the phone aside as he lurched forward, allowing the ascending bile to spill forth from his mouth. The taste was acrid on his tongue, his tonsils, and as the noxious fumes rose up from the floor between his legs, the vile stench caused the action to repeat, this time through his nose as well. He knew he had to get away from that puddle of filth and half digested leftovers before the wretched cycle began all over again and with what scant physical strength he had left, managed to convince his body to drag him out of the beaten armchair and onto the floor as far away from his own regurgitate as possible.
As he lay there he began to weep. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair and he didn't know where to begin sorting any of it out. From his sprawled position he turned his head to take in his surroundings, scanning for clues to try and answer the burning questions running round his head. Nothing of what he could make out of the room's furniture or decor sparked any memory he could willfully cling onto. a deluge of images flashed through his mind as his eyes rolled back in his head, but whether they had any connection to his present state remained indeterminable. Pictures of fields, houses, roads and oceans all played like a montage of gregarious stock photographs, as disjointed and unnatural as they were abundant.
Two hands became one as his eyes struggled to regain perception, the offending object in his hand taking on the recognisable shape of a mobile phone. The putrid toxic hue of the screen was like acid for his eyes as he struggled to make sense of the jumbled text on the screen until he could no longer bear it, throwing the phone aside as he lurched forward, allowing the ascending bile to spill forth from his mouth. The taste was acrid on his tongue, his tonsils, and as the noxious fumes rose up from the floor between his legs, the vile stench caused the action to repeat, this time through his nose as well. He knew he had to get away from that puddle of filth and half digested leftovers before the wretched cycle began all over again and with what scant physical strength he had left, managed to convince his body to drag him out of the beaten armchair and onto the floor as far away from his own regurgitate as possible.
As he lay there he began to weep. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair and he didn't know where to begin sorting any of it out. From his sprawled position he turned his head to take in his surroundings, scanning for clues to try and answer the burning questions running round his head. Nothing of what he could make out of the room's furniture or decor sparked any memory he could willfully cling onto. a deluge of images flashed through his mind as his eyes rolled back in his head, but whether they had any connection to his present state remained indeterminable. Pictures of fields, houses, roads and oceans all played like a montage of gregarious stock photographs, as disjointed and unnatural as they were abundant.
