It happened in the beginning when there was silence, that there was silence and thus you moved to awake hoping to find out what was that noise suddenly springing out of the silence which collapsed under the combined pressure of jousting gravitons which tore up those brief moments of silence left lingering in the atmosphere as you woke up feeling nauseated and you let out a loud yawn yet there was nobody to hear it as the silence got broken and quickly faded in the evaporating fog hovering over the landscape and when finally you get your feet  and manage to peek outside your cabin window you notice the mist starting to be blown away and everything that was quiet before  makes way for the sudden intrusion of this summer’s breeze. It is not too rough at first and as more particles of nebulstic meteorology fizzle out in the awakening sky you witness the water surface starting to show signs of something that approaches from an as of yet unknown origin and direction. The silence is all gone now as you jump in your clothes and march aboard the deck while a breath of fresh air gets blown into your hungry lungs while you notice how steadily that wind is getting stronger picking up both velocity and momentum. You are unsure what exactly the future will hold, though this blackness pushing itself forward from that steadily approaching horizon tells you that there is little hope to avoid that monster dragging itself closer through these strangely attracted waters rapidly beginning to spew forth nightmarish foam traveling in all sorts of directions. You try and enter it all in you’re your calculations but then a ripping sound brings down one of the sails as that wall of twisting rage is about to hit you straight on! There is no way out of this frightening heads on collision which shakes you violently and manages to throw you overboard in a whirlpool unveiling itself in the midst of this agonizing pandemonium that ruptures the hull allowing the boat to break in half. Nothing left to reach for! Hope sinks fast like a piece of lead, you want to cry out loud but the louder you attempt the scream, the more water fills your salt stained lungs and since there is no vision left  to see, you have no idea what happened or where you are since all you can do is but to go with the flow wherever you are being carried like shipwrecked corpse that is spun  around in infinitesimal configurations each lasting as long as the throw of the dice reveals yet another newly born manifestation and every time you think you must have reached the end, a new geometry materializes  dwelling beyond any Platonic idealism and inside this seemingly absurd madness of Lovecraftian aesthetics of doors waiting to be opened while fading colors blur upon those wheels that spin in non-Euclidean circles with interlocking teeth falling apart quite despairingly since the lack of calcium makes them bridle and future Michelangelos begin their carvings of monstrous proportions that rise like a phoenix from the ashes who died the night before when he had just woken up in the silence of the beginning that came to an end as the top hatted man sat down in the otherwise empty theatre and the curtains magically pulled themselves open to unveil an entirely new labyrinthic world rising from the laughable shadows dying in that silence amplified for all eternity across the relay system possessed by a greater number of phasers, wah-wahs and distortion pedals, yet somehow in the distance you can just make out this lonesome echo of the solo violin  being played by a virtuoso who might have a pact with the devil playing hide and go seek with his younger brother who fell down the well like Alice down a rabbit’s hole smashing that card house into tiny bits and pieces turning into a volatile mass of atomic Cantor dust playing games of tossing coins. “Who goes first?” “You do?” “Now I?” “Come on, let’s go play because the ballet is about to begin!” Dusty McLoud took a large sip of his glass of smoothened honey ale and almost drowned in that one big leaping gulp ricocheting down his throat. “Just your luck sonny boy!” snickered Smurphy McPint. “You should have gone watching Titanic with your wife!” Good ‘ole Rosy Naughtylips, she sat there in the cinema like the tender lass she was watching that sinking ship of fools while she was drowning in her own tears falling down like a waterfall crashing through a forest of liquefied imagination. But there was nothing else to do! Sort of happens when you marry the village idiot, you start having sex with other men, afterall it is not like he will ever know the child is not his even if it is a mutant offspring that reeks like the fallout of some otherwise forgotten nuclear world war.  Who cares anyway? Who cares about anything? It is not like everything ever made sense to begin with, you can sit there for all eternity with your fingers hell-bent across the escaping surfaces of that blasted rebus cube because who cares if you will ever solve it because no one cares anyway because in those bits of deoxyribonucleic acid there are some traces of lysergic acid diethylamide, so to hell and the living daylights with it all, just close your eyes if that is what you want to do, lobotomize your brain to find locomotion, it is blissful to be aware. I am moving to a nihil nation! Want to come? (silence for no-time)