The Greek Grid

 Sep 25, 2023


I built the world just to see it end. It hurt me to do this. I have tried to come back again and again. I’m always met by some random opposition from the other side. Even if I didn’t burn, I’d still be disemboweled by the rebels.

The ship was installed with a navigation machine. It steered us into a cloud. We saw blues and greens swirling above the masts. The smell of sea entered our awareness. I coughed and laughed.

Mother Russia was ahead of us, just over the horizon. She signalled us forwards. 


I saw an island full of birds. Millions of them. They flew through the darkness in slow motion. 

I got drunk with the cabin crew. We played poker into the early morning hours. We ascended the steps. Everyone on the deck was dead. The gulls pecked at their eyes. 

“What happened here?” I asked. 

The sun set over Asia. We found our way into a great whirlpool. The continents battled in a great war. The land was burned. I watched my family burn.

The towers of New York were erected during the night. The sun rose and there was orange light. The streets below were blanketed in a type of darkness.

A cab pulled up to my office. I was whisked away. We entered the grid.

A yellow table cloth was laid out in the universe. I had been here before. Our taxi followed a straight path. We hurled through the cosmic grid for one million long and colourful years. The sun stayed just above my head. I was terrified.

The Gods were sat on their thrones. They watched us approach. I was sure that they would smile. I believed that they were related to me somehow.

The circus began to power on its lights. The shoplifters waited in the bushes. The rebels were behind the hill, oiling their gear. The Princes were in the ocean, swimming with their wives. The moon shone on all.

The tents were erected and allowed the European nations a place to rest. We ran inside and laughed like we were five. 

    We used hammers to win money and to knock out the teeth of the peasants. I thought I would pass out from over-stimulation.

I was flying over the ocean. The waves were blue and purple. I knew that the sun was in me. I had argued with priests for too long. 

    I set sail towards the centre of by being. I collapsed into a vortex of sand and ashes. Everything was begging and crying.

The gulls took control of the ship. We were steered back towards Greece. The hills were alive at night. The warriors played trumpets. They eagerly awaited our arrival. We would all be executed. We were all going to die. 

I tried to take my life. I leapt from the ship and hit the ocean waves. The bubbles were around my face. I squeezed my cheeks. 

I waited for my soulmate. She promised that she would meet me halfway. I sank into the darkness. Then it was dark and cold. 

    The storm destroyed Europe. I kept falling. I finally found a secret passage. I sank into it. A bomb exploded over the snow. 

I died in the arms of my mother. I drank from the stream of my ancestors river. I was burned. I was buried. I was drowned in myth. I was erected five thousand years later. A red oak was burned for me. 

My son was taken back to Egypt. He was placed atop a round beetle I was asked to call forth the seas and reinvest his spiritual power into the hearts of man. He was pleaded with. He ran away into a cave.