Jumping on the ficlet bandwagon, I'm afraid. I don't have the gumption to write a whole fic right now. Alright, so I really love Jon and I don't think he gets enough credit and NO ONE ever writes him (*coughcough*). Expect a lot from him.
Nothing ever ends. –JON OSTERMEN
intersecting planes
The light is around him again, but it is familiar to him this time. He would not say warm. Light does not have temperature. He would say familiar, because he was meeting it not only now but also then, like shaking hands with someone you have met before and then remembering their name.
Even again would not be an accurate descriptor. Even familiar. It is not the same. Nothing is ever the same.
Mechanics of the world have taught him that this is wrong. That this will happen the same now as it is happening then. She has taught him (like a schizophrenic or an amnesiac or maybe a child) differently. He has returned. He will return; he is returning.
I was thinking about his concept of time and I always see it as a plane that all things exist on simultaneously but… okay, you don't want to hear my time theory. In any case, this was when Adrian tries to disintegrate him in the end. Thanks for reading.
