Empire Of The Senseless

The mist has descended. My love has come for me. I will tell you the story, but only if you promise not to pay attention to the details. And you mustn’t get too excited, I know that it is today, and that this knowing will be agonizing for you to hold in your hands without screaming bloody murder; but I must stress your composure. Raising your voice will do you no good here. Not anymore. We’ve tuned each other’s cries out completely. This will not compel her to move. You must be silent. You must listen. You must pay attention. It began in a bar on fifth. I met her in a classroom. While we were away, the classroom disintegrated. We had to meet elsewhere. We were forced to stop learning the definition of intelligence. This is how we came to know everything. I was uncertain. I was fidgeting like a schoolboy on the barstool. I wasn’t sure if she would show. I knew she was coming. I waited patiently. I began writing a story that I’d swear myself was true. I convinced myself to memorize it. I promised to perform it