Beholding Salad

I’m sure all of you would like to say that you have been mugged in the after-life. However, at that moment, I had to decide if it was something I was even concerned about. (With being in the presence of all oblivion and all) I wasn’t sure if I had anything else to worry about. But not having even the capacity for patience, anymore; it became an apparent notion that I might want to straighten myself out and pursue whoever landed on my head, shook my hand, while searching my pockets with the other, and then ran away in some type of hurry. Now thinking back, it was kind of odd. I was just left there, in a direction and exact location not of my doing and in which I was not before hand, hopelessly wallet-less. But it had been brought to my attention that I could move. Like walk, nothing all that perplexing.

And so that was when I… think I got up… Regardless, I decided to run after my mugger. Not long after that, I found out through intuition, (I still have consciousness, what did you think) that I had no idea where this person was. Or what was, for that. This was a strange peculiar thought. That’s when I was almost run over by a burst of some entity. (I later would come to the conclusion that it was purple, a color I thoroughly dislike) I then decided I wanted to go the opposite way as the thing was. Then I turned around and went to the right. (I had a sudden epiphany that if I were to walk away from it, I might get killed, walking in the other meant actually going to it, and left was looking at me strangely) So to the right of oblivion I walked, or moved. Not very exciting.

In fact, the rest of what happened is even more dull. I’m going to go ahead and say that this is the end of chapter one. But not to far.