THERE was total darkness, and there was nothing to be seen. Nothing at all. There was only that faint sound of silence, the sound one hears when waves are conversing in the air – that moment which is reserved for only the dumbest of meetings. The darkness covered everything, stripping all of its form, the surroundings seemed to hover as a speck would do in an enormous, vacuous space. There seemed to be no openings left for protruding light. The surroundings seemed contained and lost within themselves as everything coiled as a meaningless down turning spiral. Empty and silent, there was no peace within the darkness. Only chaos. Only that sense of harsh loss which pierced through human skin and penetrated the deepest parts of flesh. The darkness was never – ending and the void, unimaginable.
AS the darkness grew blacker there was a strong density in the surroundings, a heaviness that inspired death, a feeling similar to that sense of longing for something that will never be. The darkness began to concentrate in the middle of the surroundings, now bearing decipherable black features and a spherical form. The rest of the space around the centre was shown grey in comparison. The sound of waves grew deeper, now heard as scrambling into one another as they tried to pass through the dense black matter that surrounded them.
THERE was something unusual in the way the waves were now conversing in the space. Something that had, until that moment, not occurred. As the dense black matter hovered heavily centre stage, the waves passing through it left behind them small ephemeral sparks coloured with deep oranges and yellows. Light was born. And it seemed obvious now that while one could have waited for it to be shown through cracks or holes, the light was born from the blackest region of the all-encompassing darkness. With each spark lasting four seconds at a time, more joined the committee. Where one strip of brightness had been shown, five – and then one hundred others were also born.
THE total darkness was no more, the small specks of light created a luminous carpet of possibility. So the sparks increased, but after that for a while the movement became static, most of the darkness had not been overcome, and it seemed as though the strips of light were just an insignificant anomaly. There had been no long momentum. Soon the sparks which continued were absorbed within the rules of the space – there was to be small hints of light, but the darkness would ensue. However, where the sparks had failed in illuminating the space they had achieved in dispersing the black matter. The light represented the first rules of the surroundings, they separated order from confusion and dispersed the leadership of the chaos that was before, the darkness.
The darkness thus eventually lost its dense quality, and resembled now a thin coating of black powder which hovered statically on the surface of a page. The sparks continued. Only this time, the light became more constant. Where the side of darkness had lost a quality, so goes that the light had gained one. The sparks were lost but replaced by a diaphanous veil which danced on the dark coating of the space. Like small grains of white sand against the remains of a burnt out fire, those were the two opposing features that now competed within the surroundings. The waves could still be heard, only with the partial passing of darkness so too did their intensity decrease. All for a moment, seemed balanced. Where there had been longing there was now harmony.
FOR a while, it seemed that peace was born. But soon another imbalance ensued. Inexplicably, almost as if done at will, the black grains of dark coating started thinning. There was a short moment of confusion, matched only by the certainty that the light was going to conquer. As the black grains disintegrated they fell and collected on a fixed point below them. Soon they covered a solid, rectangular enclosure. From the pavement form was born, and logic soon followed. The space had now gained fixed limits and dimensions. The darkness that had previously encompassed was collected on what may now be called a floor. The light continued to dance ethereally onwards. The light that was projected from this veil was opaque, still of a yellow and orange colour, now not as bright but more dispersed. There was still a strong sense of confusion, but now that confusion may have been directed on the lack of sight. There was a growing desire to see.
THE veil seemed to move in the direction of the waves as they remained through this, conversing in the air. The darkness that had collected on the ground had not altogether disappeared. The darkness was not entirely conquered. The pile of black grains on the pavement retained their mass of density. As the lower part of the light hovered just above the floor, it began to mix with the dark grains below. The former dragging them up, the latter dragging them down. Soon, the lower part of the veil returned as it had been when it was still competing with the darkness. This time there seemed to be a difference in the equilibrium. For every dark grain that the light brought up, more than double was dragged down by the black powder on the pavement. The veil began to wither, and the dark grains slowly consumed its previous oppressor. What had been a slow ingestion now marched quickly, when, within a second, the light heavily dropped. The weight at which it fell was unnatural to its weightless form. First, there was a white layer of dust that towered in the boxy space, which seemed as if it would stay there forever.
THE dust fell. The light and dark veils could not be seen. In the rectangular space there was a brown leather couch in the far back. The couch seemed worn and it had an open wound on its left arm through which white stuffing vulgarly protruded. On its right side, there was a fluorescent lamp with a steel stand and a green cloth lining on its top. In front of these two characters was a coffee table with the morning news and a cold cup of tea and cake. The floor needed to be dusted. There were two windows on either side of the room which were dressed with thin, linen curtains. On the right side of the space, there was glossy wooden china cabinet with a few silver trays and two candlesticks. A small, worn Persian rug in the middle framed the space. A room was born. There was nothing else in the room, and there seemed to exist nothing but the room. There was light in certain parts of the room, like coming from the lamp. There was also darkness in certain parts of the room, like from behind the couch or inside the tea cup. Shadows were born.
BALANCE ensued only to be disrupted once more. Behind the top of the lamp something could suddenly appear crowning, something with full locks of brown hair. Then came the sides of the face and cheekbones, followed by a slender neck, a chest, shoulders and two arms, long legs and an unfashionable pair of brown brogues. Then stepped out the figure with two pairs of blue eyes and a long nose, with a slight stubble and a navy shirt. Then stepped out man. A similar unusual thing occurred seconds later from the china cabinet. Slender toes began to wiggle out of the doors of the piece of furniture, toes with nails that had been painted blue and green. Pale white toes. The china cabinet opened. Then stepped out a figure with long brown hair and a slender neck, with a slender waist and large hips, with breasts and a linen shirt. Then stepped out woman. Mankind was born, in its most natural of habitats, the home.
“The paper.” She said
“The paper, are you going to read it?”
Man stepped out by the lamp and sat on the damaged part of the sofa. Woman grabbed the paper and sipped the tea, and sat down next to him.
“The tea’s cold” she said as she sipped, reading blankly
“Well,” man replied looking at his brogues “we must have been gone for a while”
No one looked outside. There was a long pause. The woman did not understand what she was reading.
“No, we’ve been here the entire time” She looked at him and said, “we’ve been sat here saying nothing the whole day.”
“Do you want some cake?” He offered her some cake.
“Are you sure you’re not just hungry?”
There was a long pause.
“OK, so what should we do? Do you want to take a walk about the room?” Man stood up and extended his hand out to the woman who was still sitting down, staring at her paper and drinking the cold tea.
“Come on, Evelyn” Evelyn was born. He continued stretching his arm out in an unnatural way, tension residing in every part of his limbs.
“Alright, John” John was born. She stood up after she engulfed the entire piece of cake in just one bite, “let’s go”.
The two roamed the room with vacant expressions on their faces which manifested themselves in different ways. Evelyn seemed tired and forlorn, jaded by an intense sense of boredom. She carried her weight on her back, walking with her pelvis outwards and dragging her feet as she walked. John was tense. John was tense everywhere. His eyes seemed pressed against his skull, whilst his dry, barren was mouth stressed and always danced on his face involuntarily. The two passed the couch, china cabinet, the coffee table, and stopped to stare at the Persian rug.
“Do you remember when we bought this rug at Whitechapel?” questioned Evelyn
There was a long pause, as if something had been said that should not have been. The equilibrium of the space which had been so arduously worked for had been broken when Evelyn mentioned a realm outside of the room.
There was a short pause as John looked at Evelyn’s weak, milky blue eyes. “Yes. I do, it was a Tuesday last year when spring came six weeks early, and you were wearing nothing but a burlap sac.”
“Wild” Evelyn whispered
Neither John nor Evelyn looked outside.
The air in the room seemed dry and static, the light trickled through the linen curtains. Mankind was riddled with a sense of longing and vacuous desire. Nothing had changed from before the darkness, everything had stayed the same but with different qualities. The air was dry and similar, the sound waves were more concentrated. There was more furniture and the space had form and dimension, but nothing really had changed. The space perhaps had always been there, it might have just been covered.
The two remained looking at the rug.
Neither of them went outside, both of them stayed indoors.