by Nicolas Verhoeven

Created on: February 06, 2009

Squares in their faces, literally. Four points cut easily into their flesh: no eyes, no nose, not much of cheeks, just a mouth, a shortened forehead, and ears (abnormally small ears) scraped out of the skin and underlying tissue, with no lips, but teeth and tongues exposing themselves at random; or so it all appears. A bald top reflecting no light, but remaining dull and matching to its fellow hairless. Everything else remains the same, normal bodies, apart from the usual variation that we are all used to, but all seemingly human in any case. Looking left and right, up and down, One finds nothingness suspending One in the midst of it all. The all could be ground, or air; One doesn't really know, nor care. Emotion is non existent even in the midst of a circle of square faces directing their attention to the middle where One remains in unknown fashion, standing or floating. The Squares "look"(it is related to One that One is being looked at) on as they slowly cock their heads ever so slightly, and so slowly that minutes go by; twelve heads turning in unison, but in no particular direction, just sideways in which ever way they please. A feeling penetrates One, a feeling that One is not being scrutinized. One knows One is not being scrutinized, it seems as if the Squares perception lingers in and beyond, but not on One. Still no emotion save one feeling of knowledge, if this can be labeled as an emotional property. The subconscious mind of One awakens a bit more and presently realizes more than Square faces. Its new found consciousness takes in the bodies of One's surrounders and observes them more closely, like a lens it zooms and sees. It sees color, skin texture, and more pronounced lines. New found insight finds One observing One's companions; making an internal note that all twelve links of the circle wear brilliant white or ink black skin. There is indescribable background behind the circle whole, there lies true nothingness: absolute, unquestionable, and irreversible. Insight now focuses, with a zoom, on each creatures' guise to find it turning still, now having rotated a full 45. The meat making the walls of the indented square of the visage seems to be wearing a normal layering of skin atop it.

One's insight continues from face to face, stopping for mere seconds to register the copies in every aspect except the two patterned colors. Insight reaches the final head and passes back to the starter, taking in a slight smile forming on each Square's lower features.

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