The Video Tape – part 6 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven Video tape #123 Electra and I slunk through the forgotten streets and alleys that made up our home once. ‘We should go to our old house,’ Electra opted. I felt my insides shrivel. ‘No.’

The Video Tape – part 5 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven Oh, the pain! The pain in my head. My ribs. Christ, everything hurt! I opened my eyes and all I could see were strange shapes as if I saw everything through the curved side of a looking glass. Perhaps my eyes were reversed. […]

The Video Tape – part 4 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven I managed to make my way back to the staircase and I had reached the top floor. My loneliness was accompanied by a feeling of satisfaction; a weight that had lifted off me, leaving me alone in comfort. This was the way it […]

The Video Tape – part 3 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven Not for years had we been in the plaza where the Apollo Theatre was. The paved square was a sea of polished stone now, as it used to be populated by a dozen pine trees. ‘They make it seem like Christmas every day […]

The Video Tape – part 2 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven The night was deep, cold and quiet, as if we had gone miles under the surface of the ocean. The old town contained about as much life as a waterless desert, and yet it felt somehow better; it was clearer. Electra and I […]

The Video Tape – part 1 of 6 By Michiel van Laarhoven I lay calmly and comfortably on a white cushion. Like a globe, the mechanism beneath me gently spins around. I am thrust into an inferno and swallowed by darkness in a curled-up, child-like position. The last light escapes me and so I am […]