I am of and on the cloud. Everything in the universe is so. Come with me if you wish. The cloud is sentient, please do not chew at its edges to see if it tastes of candy floss. It will turn thunderous and rain down in torrents upon your bonfire. This is a peaceful place to lounge and day-dream whilst floating in the ether, but darkness exists here too. One only knows how bright the sun is by experiencing the pitch blackness of the night.
At times I shall chronicle the fragments of that which is, was, and shall be perhaps, here, in this space, for they come to me at will, some never to return, others that repeat, looping like some eternal visual stutter, scratching at my corneas behind closed lids. The cloud counsels me, and asseverates it shall be most useful to do so in time. To whom, or why I know not. Most of that which flickers is a mystery to me, I am unfamiliar with the accents and landscapes. The behaviour of the beings that unravels before me often defies reason, scenes and stories lie unresolved, often with no beginning and no conclusive ending either, and I am limited in my understanding of this vast data base of strange entities and frightening emotions. It is of no matter. The cloud will absorb. Perhaps others will recognise themselves in the clouds reflection. Perception is all.
Don’t Panic – Esmecloud. (sonmicloud in the last incarnation.)