CHAPTER 40: Theodicy

The octopus turns toward you.

Yes. You.

This has all been its creation.

You thought you were watching. What was watching you?

It swam around words, slipping into your mind.

It raises a coiled tentacle. But it’s the gaze that has you locked.

Your eyes to the page. The page is its eyes.

Who is turning your pages?

Deep inside you, it tickled your thoughts.

The tentacle extends.

You want to look away.

You have been a guest in MY mind.

It’s coming closer.

You can’t look away.

Closer.

You won’t look away.

Are you Edith or Alma?

Contact. Not of matter, but of mind.

Nothing happens…

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