Chapter one: Ignorance
Tim walked around. Both in space and time. He walked around happily, not thinking of me. That hurt. That hurt a lot. Tim lived happily ever after in Happiland. The land I created for him to enjoy. Tim walked around in his story. He walked around happily, even after the story ended. He didn’t miss me at all.
Chapter two: Revelation
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“I’m all ears.”
“You don’t really exist.”
“Is it something you ate?”
“I’m telling the truth.”
“Really now?”
“You are nothing but a figment of my imagination.”
“Right.”
“Right, there’s no Happiland.”
“Where are we now, then?”
“In Happiland, don’t be silly.”
“Which doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t. It only exists in my mind.”
“Do you realize you’re talking nonsense?”
“Do you realize you don’t exist?”
“How am I talking to you, if I don’t exist?”
“I’m making up the dialogue.”
“So, what I choose to say, you have thought it first.”
“Exactly.
“You ego is out of control.”
“I’d rather you existed, but you don’t.”
“So, you can make me disappear anytime you want?”
“I guess so, although imagination can sometimes get uncontrollable.”
“I see.”
“You should know you disappear when I go to work.”
“You disappear too when I go to sleep.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why?”
“Because I still exist when you go to sleep.”
“I also still exist when you go to work.”
Chapter three: Oblivion
I didn’t delete the whole story at once, although I could. I erased the words one by one, enjoying the agony in his eyes.
“Who am I?” Tim asked.
“You’ll soon be nobody,” I said. I missed him for a while. Until a new story started.
Who’s Tim anyway?
Tim walked around. Both in space and time. He walked around happily, not thinking of me. That hurt. That hurt a lot. Tim lived happily ever after in Happiland. The land I created for him to enjoy. Tim walked around in his story. He walked around happily, even after the story ended. He didn’t miss me at all.
Chapter two: Revelation
“I’ll tell you a secret.”
“I’m all ears.”
“You don’t really exist.”
“Is it something you ate?”
“I’m telling the truth.”
“Really now?”
“You are nothing but a figment of my imagination.”
“Right.”
“Right, there’s no Happiland.”
“Where are we now, then?”
“In Happiland, don’t be silly.”
“Which doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t. It only exists in my mind.”
“Do you realize you’re talking nonsense?”
“Do you realize you don’t exist?”
“How am I talking to you, if I don’t exist?”
“I’m making up the dialogue.”
“So, what I choose to say, you have thought it first.”
“Exactly.
“You ego is out of control.”
“I’d rather you existed, but you don’t.”
“So, you can make me disappear anytime you want?”
“I guess so, although imagination can sometimes get uncontrollable.”
“I see.”
“You should know you disappear when I go to work.”
“You disappear too when I go to sleep.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why?”
“Because I still exist when you go to sleep.”
“I also still exist when you go to work.”
Chapter three: Oblivion
I didn’t delete the whole story at once, although I could. I erased the words one by one, enjoying the agony in his eyes.
“Who am I?” Tim asked.
“You’ll soon be nobody,” I said. I missed him for a while. Until a new story started.
Who’s Tim anyway?
