One day, on a rather cloudy day, while listening to some bebop, he missed his dead father. And just like that, he felt like going after him, so he took all the hard liquors, spices and plenty of panadols, mixed them into a jumbo non-sense and drank them to death.
He entered a new universe and saw all white. Nothing, pure white. Then black, total absence of any other color. These two purest colors then altered before they merged creating levels of grey. No shape, no room, a one-dimensional existence except for his wandering mind. But as the greys grew sophisticated, his mind dwindled to a more black-and-white recollections. Finally, he was reduced to remembering his being there and ever-not being there. That was it, a clear sense of present but vague beginning.
He missed his father no more. He stood there deciphering the complexly growing shades of grey in reciprocal with his ever deteriorating mind. Quite amused. He stood there, and for an eternity he will exist as his mind will take infinite time to ever understand his new world ...
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