My Quiet Escape

Fortunately for me, most people in limbo are illiterate, so I won't worry too much over my plans being discovered. Besides, this is limbo, it generally can't get much worse, and I've started collecting a few "go fuck yourself"s that I keep in my back pocket. Any day now, I'll have to start pulling them out.

Limbo is all about tedious waiting, but they try to keep you from waiting alone. They figure the more exposure you have to the limbo locals, the more likely you will be quickly assimilated. The locals hate being alone. They want only to be in the company of others like themselves. They swarm. They buzz. They mew. But I slip away when I can, at the expense of angry stares and whispers. A different person would feel compelled to conform, to float along with the others. But I have my feet firmly planted in opposition, even if most days I keep my lips pressed tight. I do not want to make them overly suspicious of me yet.

In my contraband alone time, I keep up my blog and plan my escape. I can still think linearly. I can still move myself from point A to point B without a circle, though I'll admit sometimes I accidentally make an arc. But I will prevail. I have to. I must tell the story.