Chapter 6
Grin sits in a well. He is waiting for a tomorrow that will not was ever will be.
The well is full of perfume. The perfume is the only trace of Time which Grin holds onto. Perfume makes him remember what was not ever is to be—and he is incapable of preventing that forward memory.
A sun illuminates a 45 degree angle at the top of the well. Grin looks up and notices that the bricks are made of golden hair and a large smile which has the power to light up dark rooms.
Grin folds his legs into the fullt lotus position and puts his forefingers to his thumbs. He breathes, slowly, to inhale and neutralize all the perfume that will try to force him into an unmemory.
“What was not ever will not always ever be.”
Grin closes his eyes and repeats the words.
“What was not ever will not always ever be.”
“What was not ever will not always everbe.”
“What was not everwill will not always everbe.”
“What was not everwill willnot always everbe.”
“What wasnot everwill willnot always everbe.”
“What wasnot everwill willnotalways everbe.”
“What wasnot everwillnotalways everbe.”
“What wasnoteverwillnotalwayseverbe.”
“Whatwasnoteverwillalwaysbe.”
And as Grin opens his eyes he realizes that he is not surprised to find himself outside the white-toothed golden-haired walls of the well of Time he has not tried to resist but instead tried to identify as a well of Time and not all Time and therefore not anytime.
He is floating above a grassland. The grassland is called Whereto by the local ghosts.
Grin is free from a well in which he would have liked to stay. And, thusly, he wakes up disillusioned into a different self.
