Flash Fiction / Dialogue Only
“Where am I?”
“Oh, does it matter?”
“What? Where am I?”
“Everywhere and simultaneously nowhere.”
“What the hell? Where am I?”
“Where the river meets the sea; where dreams are disintegrated to oblivion.”
“How did I get here? Where am I?”
“In Xanadu, with Xubla Khan. Nine fathoms deep, with the spirit of the land of the mist and snow.”
“Why am I here? Where am I?”
“In the room where the women come and go, speaking of Michelangelo”
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“Buried in Lazarus’ empty grave.”
“Why are you here? Where am I?”
“With the stars, a gargantuan speck dwarfed by infinite nothingness.”
“Did you bring me here? Where am I?”
“With the tardigrades, in minuteness.”
“How do I get out? Where am I?”
“Beyond the edge of the boundless, borderless universe. Tucked into a singularity at the centre of the centerless cosmos.”
“When did I get here? Where am I?”
“Where the two seas meet, but cannot mix, as an invisible wall separates them.”
“How long have I been here? Where am I?”
“In human imagination, non-existent and zero dimensional.”
“How long do I have to stay? Where am I?”
“In silence, scarce and wise.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, visible, beckoning, yet unnoticed.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, answering your summons to deaf ears.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, distinct, direct, front and centre, possessing the answers to all your questions.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, answering calls that are more intent on searching than finding.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, shrouded and obscured by the very search party deathly eager to seek you out.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself, profoundly deep yet so maddeningly near and unobserved.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself.”
“Where am I?”
“Within yourself.”
“Where am I?”