Nov 03, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (An Accurate Account)


There were serial ledgers, numbered accounts, and weighted bundles of paper currency, profuse in their abundance, entrusted to iron repositories, buried within the reinforced certainty of penthouse walls. Such undertakings were necessary, for there was a plan to escape. Yet, an equally chartered plan, should there arise a need to return.


He stood outside the towering glass structure at 590 Madison Avenue, the collar on his Gucci pea coat affected by the slight wind. He idled in the morning drizzle, a hot cup of Masala chai idling similarly within his grasp. As the transient legion of pedestrians traversed the liquefied pavement, Benjamin remained unmoved in the midst of the promenade, attempting a truce with his thoughts.


There were numbered accounts.
And paper currency.
He was certain of it.
His thoughts wandered.
There were documented ledgers.
Several by his recollection.
Meticulous in their keep.


Though two years of vagrancy, compounded by heartbreak, and a purposeful forsaking of Mnemosyne, impeded his cognition.


And he could not remember them all.


Implode. Part LXI – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK