I met Mr. Green through a mutual acquaintance. Our friend was utterly convinced that this introduction would be beneficial for everyone involved, which naturally made me raise an eyebrow. He was probably tired of hearing me speak about things that didn’t make sense, he had lost faith in my ability to stay sane. Mr. Green was supposed to help with that.
As I stepped into the space Mr. Green referred to as his office, I was met with a sight beyond belief. A townhouse wedged firmly in between two competing local banks, the front door leading into an ever-expanding green house packed with exotic plants in all shapes and sizes, seizing the furniture, walls and paintings. The further I penetrated this jungle, the more alien my surroundings became. Sounds and smells started to emerge that did not belong to an urban environment. Let alone a small townhouse. Mr. Green was waiting for me at a point where the notion of “his office” had long faded from memory.
He looked excellent, and by that I mean well-dressed. He reminded me of a parrot. The kind that is home to a place like this. We shook hands, and he proceeded to tell me all about this jungle. A place of healing, he called it. Harmonic chaos. A state of unraveling that was entirely unpredictable, but pure and innocently so. Things moved and paired not on account of a carefully weighted decision, but just because that is what survival demanded.
His words began to weave into the environment, blurring the lines between his speech and the subtle rustling of leaves. “Existence,” he whispered, “thrives when embracing the unexpected.” His eyes were wide open, echoing the depth of the surrounding green. “This place, it’s a mirror, reflecting the intricate dance between order and chaos in which we all partake.”
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You are currently traversing the limitless expanses of Visual Fiction. Each narrative fragment in this collection unravels a memory of a man drawn into an alternate reality. With every piece, he steps deeper into the unknown, attempting to describe the indescribable, to paint the unseen, and to make sense of the senseless. These tales offer glimpses into bizarre worlds that can at times feel both intimately familiar and strangely threatening.
