I’ve started doing this thing on my dumb Tumblr thing where I take a picture from one of the blogs I follow, and use it to inspire a little bit of prose fiction.
I really liked this one, so I’m sharing it here.
“Everything in our world, from the food we eat to the bombs we use to kill each other, is just reflected light.”
Poe floated in the isolation tank, the lecture playing into the darkness from an unseen speaker.
“Reality is real because we all agree upon it,” the lecturer continued.
Was there anything beyond the darkness of his solitude? Did the world exist if he wasn’t there to experience it?
If it wasn’t there, what was holding the isolation tank?
“Or maybe reality exists because we are, all of us, inside the mind of an even greater being, the way our thoughts and ideas – our reality – is within our own.”
Poe exhaled all the air from his lungs, and floated in the darkness.