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The streets are wet and cold as the night crawls down sightless alleys of this overly trodden city. Black steel buildings stretch up on either side, swallowed by the low inky sky. These streets are so eternal in their heaviness, covering the ground with their thick material. Nobody walks here anymore. Slowly it died and it has been dead now for many years. Its stillness and permanence seems to pull on my soul, sucking it into its lifeless form with each step along this forgotten place. Only the padding of my shoes and the movement of the thick stale air through my lungs gives any indication that life still hangs on in this metal and stone sanctuary.
What lies down each alley is left only to the imagination as I pass by their gaping mouths, trying to peer into a darkness you could touch. You wouldn't want to put your hand into those empty voids. Foul things lurk there, ancient abominations and unmentionable horrors. They were what was left behind. At one time this city was full of life. Cars, buses, taxis and people going in and out of shops, crowding each other in a hurry to be somewhere. Somewhere...they were all trying to go somewhere. After awhile they could not remember where they were trying to go.
Slowly one after the other they all wandered out of the city. They walked into the Wilderness. The Wilderness was all that was left besides the great city. I never go to the Wilderness. I have never been to the Wilderness, but I have heard it is a mass grave of millions. This city is empty and dead now but it is less dead than the Wilderness. So I remain here, walking the streets, wandering in and out of empty shops looking for something, trying to go somewhere but there is nowhere to go.
Conclusion: As we go about busily pursuing our own course, doing this and that, in the end we realize or not that we were going nowhere. In fact we begin to lose our purpose and vision as we pursue the horizontal world before us. Without Christ we will wander an aimless life without eternal purpose and in the end it leads to death.Labels: noir |
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posted by Brett @ 5:51 PM
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