02 December 2011

occupanting

Sometimes I feel like it's not enough to dump my life drawings into weekly posts, so I made up a story. It's called The Vacancy --

Once upon a time there was an innkeeper faced with being.
who am i what am i doing why do i exist
le existential aaaaangst
To inject meaning into his life, he decides to take that of another.
Wait, the tourist says, I understand how you feel. My decision was to travel, see the world.

The innkeeper thinks about it, he really does, I'm not sure I understand you, he says and cuts her down.
As he wipes the red off his blade a bad taste fills his mouth. But it's too late, he thinks to himself.

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