a/n: This was randomly struck inspiration started with a class discusion.
Tabula Rasa
It was like magic. There's no other way to describe it. The moment the buildings successfully collapsed a soft rain fell over the city.
I watched it fall. The coruption and chaos that Tyler—no, I had caused.
The corruption, and the beauty and magnificnce. Then I understood. As those buildings fell, so did our pasts.
Some of it anyways. We were no longer in debt. We had become nobody.
This chaos is not only here, it's everywhere. The world is chaos itself. I didn't create that. Tyler didn't create it. Marla didn't create it.
Chaos is life. Life is the creator of chaos.
The space monkies, and I and everybody else. No identity. The rain, washing away our pasts.
Washing away who we were, letting us become who we want to be. This was true enlightment.
I almost understood what was created. Almost. I never started exactly where the members of project mayhem did.
Right now, I am no one. There was no yesterday. We have no debts to pay off. Tomorrow is a millenium and millions of kilometers away.
Stupid Americans.
We were about to set foot into an unknown land. Our future. Stories untold, people to meet. In my case, people to meet again. This was tabula raza. The rain. The coruption. The beauty. It was all here before my eyes.
All here. Tabula rasa, tabula rasa, tabula rasa.
For me. For Marla. For us.
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