Kelvin M. Knight
Try blindfolding me – I will work those bands loose. Try gouging out my eyes – still I will see. Gag me, suffocate me, starve me, decapitate me. I am still here.
Here where I belong – in my beloved Mother Country where I feel everything. These years of excess and waste. These years of quietness and austerity. These years belong to all of you crowding around me, all of you looking inside me but seeing nothing. Yet I have nothing to hide, nothing to fear.
The fear is inside you. Those masks you wear blind you. One mask for every task. One day they will crush you, suffocate you. If you’re lucky, maybe one day they’ll all crack.
I wonder what you will see then? Life as it should be, or life as it was?
Come, sit beside me, let me show you there’s more to this nothingness than meets the eye.
The above story was written in response to Karen and Josh’s What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to Poland.
To read the other contributors’ expeditions across Poland, please click the la’al blue frog below.