The Tunnel Paradox

This is a cry for help. A major one. It’s been out here for a long time now, just like those transparent bottles in the sea with a message inside them, except this one is not so out of reach. In-fact it’s in a pool of people and yet not one can see.

The letter in the bottle reads -

“I am a little bird who left her nest and can’t seem to find my way back. I am stuck in what feels like a hoax or could be a grave tunnel. I can see a glimpse of light at the end, and I have been flying towards it with all my might, but I never seem to reach it, instead I seem to be falling deeper inside.

With each passing month, that felt like a century, I realised that this locus has been triggering me from head to toe. Turning me into an insomniac, a bird who slept all day, anywhere, for however long. Was a travel enthusiast and is now left immobile. A picky, careful eater, now gulping down every second of everyday and still unable to fight the persistent emptiness. A confident carefree soul subsequently recognised as a fearful anxious lump who can’t even catch her breath.

You can tell by these facts how deep into this tunnel I am now. Curled in next to the bottom rock. And anyone who tried force to pull me out drastically failed. So, if you wish, enter like a mill-pond, know that this hoax is a part of me now, and even IF you mange to pull me into light, to understand me you will have to understand it first. For everything I emanate it’s the one pulling the strings.

So, if I know all this, you ask, why don’t I pull myself out? I am trying and I will. I may have turned into a fearful lump, but I still am ABSOLUTE.”

Illustration | 2020 | Procreate and Illustrator