A visceral familiarity.

I got on the train at the designated time, sat on my assigned seat. As I was placing my backpack on the rack, I started listening to my journey.

The narrator’s voice was intriguing with a sense of visceral familiarity.

One would think that hearing your every step told by an invisible entity would be scary, it wasn’t.

It was more of a validation than an intimidation. It had a sense of company, of togetherness that makes you want to face the world knowing that no matter what happens, or where you end up being, there is someone watching over your every step, turning it into a language relevant enough to be read out loud.

His articulate and rhyming words were recounting every move I make. I would pass my hand through my hair and a second later it will say “ As he rested his back on his comfortable seat, his hair was longing for a sensual knead.” I smile for the way he put it.

The second became a fraction until it became synchronised. Reading as I do it started, then it became one step ahead and to keep the sync my moves have sped.

 I listen. I try to follow, I gasp to keep the sync. I open the window, I throw my book. It felt right. It felt easy. I didn’t even need to look.

It has been a while since I had my own personal narrator. I don’t remember when it started but I don’t have time for such existential bullshit, I need to speed up, I need to keep going, I can’t afford to lose this company, I don’t want to get back to a silent zone.

Alone, a word I have never known. I have always been blessed with the narrator’s voice, I wonder if at some point I did things on my own, was I ever able to race it, win it or even disobey it, “Don’t be ridiculous,” I tell myself, “who would want to lose such wealth.”

The train is going faster, the orders are getting louder, to follow my own narrative I struggle.

A narration or a dictation remains a question of perception, if tells me how I feel, it is an inception . “I would call it guidance, a spiritual guidance,” said the voice.

I am sat in my designated seat, on my pre-booked journey. I am being told it is coming to an end.


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