Disclaimer: Disclaimed and not owned by me. Originally a one-shot inspired by 'As the World Falls Down' video, one of the two Labyrinth music videos, which are rather interesting. Since then this has developed into an ongoing series of shorts, unrelated at first. A nonsensical story has emerged.


No(n)sense


There it is again, that evasive image, she knows that it is something alluring and dangerous. He is the earth and the sky and the lust. At times like these she sprawls over the dream and grasps its forms with her body, she breathes it in and reclines on it, her fantasy.

Every so often he can sense that she yearns for the Labyrinth and for its colours. He can see her walk the winding path to the great gates of the outer walls, which she touches, of course, and he savours the feel of her skin on his face. She is not nostalgic in the slightest, because (and he smiles) back then all she knew of desire was less than a daydream; even a glimpse into such a world frightened her. No, her longing is not a fond memory of childhood, but a current want drowning in the murky depths of consciousness, inevitably discovered upon growing up. Won't you, my Sarah, won't you share your dreams with me? But every time it is the same, she stops at the threshold, pauses for a few moments, and sadly turns back, turns away, walks away.

He waits and holds his breath at the top of his lungs. Perhaps today she will come, doesn't today feel different? Isn't her touch so urgent and fervent today? But the dwarf shrugs, because, just like all those times before, he looks about outside and sees nobody there.

The door closes and a shadow falls across his face.

She still dreams and he still hopes.

Maybe tomorrow.