04-25-2014, 02:02 PM
Connor's sheepish feeling gradually faded as he laughed at himself. The dog had been what he needed, he decided, to put things in perspective. The world he lived in had completely changed for him in just a few days. Up until two days ago, as crappy as it had been to him, it made sense. The universe was- if not fully- then at least pretty well understood. His own experiences with disillusionment had already done much to cause him to doubt anything supernatural. He was a materialist. The world existed and while he would not claim that there weren't things that people had no knowledge of, time and again far fetched claims of creatures like Bigfoot or UFOs or Yetis didn't hold up to real scrutiny.
It had been humbling to realize that the world he lived in was not the one he thought. And now that the rush of his cathartic experience had faded into a more settled background, here- in this place- he had allowed himself to drift into that world. And to momentarily start seeing dangers lurking everywhere.
But that dog had put things into right. He had lived his entire life and his run-ins with things like that creature were, so far, one! In his 40's! Two days ago! It was a needed reminder. He didn't have to suddenly change the way he looked at the world. And if he did have a run-in...well, he hadn't panicked the first time, despite everything. He knew he'd not panic at another encounter.
The man spoke to himself about the dog hiding, perhaps implying that other things might be hiding too. But by then the scene had changed for him, having lost its foreboding quality. Nothing like scaring yourself silly to put things in perspective. It was still dank and smelled. But he now noticed the thought put in the structures. Certainly far more than what he had seen in subway tunnels during his trips to New York City. Interesting.
Then the man spoke more loudly. "There are worse places in the world than Moscow...and there are better ones, too."
"Sounds about right,"
Connor replied. "And sometimes they are both,"
he added after a moment. Yeah. Sometimes the most terrible places to be are also the ones we cherish the most.
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 25 2014, 04:12 PM.
It had been humbling to realize that the world he lived in was not the one he thought. And now that the rush of his cathartic experience had faded into a more settled background, here- in this place- he had allowed himself to drift into that world. And to momentarily start seeing dangers lurking everywhere.
But that dog had put things into right. He had lived his entire life and his run-ins with things like that creature were, so far, one! In his 40's! Two days ago! It was a needed reminder. He didn't have to suddenly change the way he looked at the world. And if he did have a run-in...well, he hadn't panicked the first time, despite everything. He knew he'd not panic at another encounter.
The man spoke to himself about the dog hiding, perhaps implying that other things might be hiding too. But by then the scene had changed for him, having lost its foreboding quality. Nothing like scaring yourself silly to put things in perspective. It was still dank and smelled. But he now noticed the thought put in the structures. Certainly far more than what he had seen in subway tunnels during his trips to New York City. Interesting.
Then the man spoke more loudly. "There are worse places in the world than Moscow...and there are better ones, too."
"Sounds about right,"
Connor replied. "And sometimes they are both,"
he added after a moment. Yeah. Sometimes the most terrible places to be are also the ones we cherish the most.
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 25 2014, 04:12 PM.