Short story by Michiel van Laarhoven: The Video Tape – part 1
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 drowned.
Here, I am born.
I die, until I get born again.
At least every now and then.
Until I am worn.
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