I woke up early to great news.
Die Database really came through for Brian – his ashes are currently in the air on the way to the US.
Susanna ended up contacting me out of the blue, after my last post. I’ve never met her in person, but she was his first and perhaps only true love, ever since High School. By the end she hated him like the desert sun.
She agreed to accept his ashes for me, and to send them and his personal effects to Germany as soon as possible.
I’m still more devastated than I thought I would be, but it helps to know that his final wishes will be respected.
All the Pure Land Antennas, both white and black hats, are still reeling from the Fourth Event – only they experienced it, no matter where they were in the world. Susanna wouldn’t really talk to me about it, since I’m not a part of their club, but she did mention it was worse than Fairview.
I don’t even know what that means, not really. Phone never liked to talk about the first three events, and I can’t blame him – they drove thousands of the etched to madness, suicide, and worse.
I’m not even supposed to know about any of it, the endless reality weaving and…. I don’t have the words to describe this broken existence.
I don’t want to have any part of it, but he opened the door, and I foolishly peeked inside.
Phone was convinced that we only had two years left. After the last fracture – is it a year? Six months? When will final seams really start to show?
Will we even be allowed to look away from the final light?