Taken from the 'Objects' short story, the Narrow Lungs EP features three of the nine chapters.
Chapter V. Narrow Lungs
As I was watching the flames eating all the heavy thoughts and cragged paths I was carrying for so long, I suddenly spotted a piece of paper written 1007 on it. The entire burden seemed coming back to me just in a flicker of a second. I poured the glass of water on that segment of my brain I had spent the last couple of hours in, but it was too late. Everything turned into black, and while I was looking for pieces in the tufty smoke, I realized that nothing remained. Then I had no memories just their weight on me. I was in the car again. The rain stopped, just the smell of it and that evil high pressure remained. I was not well. I felt something was coming. Something unexplainable but malicious and hateful. I started to miss something I didn’t have a memory of anymore. The photographs were like a mirror, so I hoped it worked in reverse too. I stared into the review mirror to regain my former life, but the reflections refused to help and pulled faces on me. I turned my sight back to the windshield as fast as I could, but the whole landscape turned into a surreal entity I was incredibly afraid of. All the things I thought I had left at home or had burned in my room of memories were now there, wide awake. They controlled everything: my thoughts, the space around me, and the seemingly never-ending acceleration of the car. The seats tied me down, and the repulsive painting was now the whole world. Torpidity and buzzing is an otherworldly feeling. The atmosphere has grown needles like the limbs of a centipede. At first, it just hurt my mouth in a thousand stabs per second, but as the car accelerated to higher and higher levels it enwrapped my whole body. This entire inside scene reminded me of the stories I played inside the empty box of a fridge when I was a young kid. ‘It works’ I thought… I finally start to remember again. If only I could put a haircloth or a filter in front of wherever they come back from. I just want the nice ones back. And my wish came true. All of my good memories were burned on the tiny shatters of my windshield. They separated the most beautiful way I could ever imagine. Windscreen smashes in slow motion. Suddenly I didn’t care about the shatters anymore. I stared at something more grandiose. As the windscreen did, the painting opened up, it revealed the best one I could imagine. It was a sunset. A sunset with flock of birds arriving home. This was built up from memories too. And I knew they were all my own. They must be. Because I see you and me holding hands under the orange sun.
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