The scariest part about life is that you can die at any minute. Each one could possibly be the last. We spend our time here in pure dread of our moment of passing. With good reason. Almost anything can kill you. You show me someone killed with a knife, and I’ll show you death by the spoon.
The world we live in is rapidly destabilizing more by the day. We live in an age that has no sympathy for anyone or anything. Our supreme being has abdicated and fled the throne, or worse, in the face of the insurrection against him. There is one multi-verse that is interconnected with varying states of consciousness. Wending one’s way through can become an ardous task at best.
Our reality is just a small fraction of the main. To travel the veins of existence a entity must achieve different states of consciousness. What is about to transpire over the next several posts will be the stepping stones leading to the full story of Backwaters. This is the tale I have been wanting to tell for sometime, and now, it will finally begin. The posts will be long and may not make sense at times. I do not apologize for this. I have high hopes for this saga and I hope you enjoy it, dear reader.
Please extinguish all cigarettes, take your seats, and shut off all cell phones. Bring down the house lights. The show… is about to begin.
