In the mind of every person there is a being. I tried long ago to quiet that being, but it began to speak. For thosands of hours I paced the room, trying to quiet the feeling as it overcame my senses, and found that it was already too late. I'd created something without even trying...
It began when I first drew a picture of them in my notepad. They wheren't negative pictures of destruction and death and they wheren't premonitions of a dark life. But somehow I had connected with an alternate potrait of what my life could be like..
Somehow it was something more than just a couple of pictures. It was a being that was called "figment."
He is an artistic being that drew whimsical things, prolific and odd with every reflection. But after a time it has become clear that this entity is not from my mind. It is from all minds and it has a last name...
Figment R.
... in these blogs I shall slowly begin to explain what this creature represents. Through time maybe I shall find my own face. Unless... his face is my own...
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