Do you know what a zombie is?
Besides the phantasmagorical methaphors and artistic expression – a zombie is a person just like you…just like me. It does not regain life after a certain death, it does not feed with brains and it does not growl morbidly.
It is a person with a certain past that was shaken up. It lived interesting and intense moments til the point of almost breaking down.
As someone would say – it was in a coma – it felt dead – it was sort to speak dead. Dead in the inside…in the process of thinking and the process of feeling. It kind of lost everything it fought for. When you lose everything you become a zombie. You walk outside with your eyes open but in reality you cannot see anything. The outside world is instantly rejected by your existential conditions.
You are dark. Darker than black magic.
Darker than the abyss of uncertainty. Nothing can see you. Nothing can touch you. You are practically nothing. A written word. A concept. A zombie is a state. Just after like you got drunk with evil spirits.
Instability. Fear. Delusion. And surreal dreams. All connected as if they were born linked together. Actually they weren’t born at all. They developed over time because of various causes. Their identity was not shown at that time. You only know an answer after you forget what the question was about. You only receive a special present after your birthday. Still I prefer those types of presents because they come at the right moment – and the right moment does not exist.
Methaphorically speaking we all cease to exist when we are introduced to the fucked up order that dominates this planet. You have to make choices. It is a role playing game with chess rules. Without a queen you are just a demented bishop.
We teach others that a zombie is a creature that crossed that fine line between life and death. A corpse that walks again. Some visionaries see them as slow-moving cadavers that have power in a large number. Some see them possessing demonic strenght and agility. They all have this special trait – they are evil – call them your enemy. You find zombies everywhere – comic books, books, movies, podcasts – and of course outside your window. Just pour yourself some coffee and watch the entire city as it walks down under your balcony. They are among us. People with broken hearts, people that have nothing to lose.
I was a zombie too. But someone ressuscitated me. She was…. <beep><beep><beep><beep><beep><beep><beep>
~ the horde assaulted the narrator. please hold on for further details ~