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a future of dreams is a short novel that grapples with love & true love, human beauty, sensuality, fantasy, and the surreal. | Release Date: March 15, 2018


Chapter 9 | Woodland Cemetery

“Áxel stepped into the cloudy day and inhaled Dayton’s chilled air.”

“On that very specific day, air flowed through his nostrils and into his lungs crisp and clean. It was invigorating. Áxel’s life tingled.”

“He was lost, anxious, and excited at once. It had been some time since his last visit to a museum of the dead –a depository for the effects of time on mortal victims.”

“The cemetery infused Áxel with a delightful dread and gloom. Woodland inspired a beautiful haunting that enveloped him in an emotional fog…”

“He looked away, indifferent. He thanked and adored no one because this GOD OF THE OPEN AIR was also GOD OF THE RVNNING TIME.”

“He came to a fork in the road. Arriving at the fork was like a life changing moment in which a person is faced with a dichotomy, not a false dichotomy, but an existential dichotomy, a dichotomy that is limited, finite, real and truthful, one that involves life-altering choice.”

“The trees’ leaves had fallen to the ground on the ambiguously dead grass and walkway. The trees were naked, bare. Their long, imperfect branches extended toward the sky, then smoothly to the whimsical left or right. They stood completely exposed.”

“Many tombstones were made of concrete, quite old and stained with nature’s antique green and black. The names of the graves’ occupants were engraved with worthless pride. Other memorials were made of marble –white, black, and pink. (Humans are careful not to offend the aesthetic sensibilities of the dead, as if they cared.)

“The wind’s bite unsettled Áxel. A prickle of apprehension fueled his goose bumps. He fought an almost uncontrollable urge to run. He just couldn’t. He wouldn’t. There was no reason for running senselessly. The tombstones and mausoleums spoke to him. They spoke to his mortal consciousness, human pride, and dissipating beauty. They whispered the words of the Preacher in his ear, ‘Vanity of vanities, vanity of vanities; all is vanity’ Ecclesiastes 1:2. The Preacher asked, ‘What do we gain from all our work under the sun?’ The graves, monuments, bare trees, and dried leaves enlightened Áxel. These shrines and victims of time helped him make sense of the whispers. For the first time in his life, Áxel held one of time’s secrets.”

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven… a time to be born, and a time to die… a time to weep, and a time to laugh… a time to mourn, and a time to dance… a time to love…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.

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a future of dreams (Release: March 15, 2018)