i. baptism

X enters a dark room blindfolded like a hostage or a kid playing pin-the-tail, he feels the flooding heat and the rough wooden floor on his knees, he smells the incessant cigarette smoke and dried sweat around him, he hears voices familiar and unfamiliar, a ticking clock and a whirring fan, X realizes that he was faceless, formless and nameless before this, he realizes that he was untried, unclassified and undecided before this… how many times has anyone let himself be singed by melted wax? how many times has anyone let himself choose the implement of his own doom? “i baptize you in the name of so and so and so…” X exits the doorway and the narrow hall, down the stairs and into the well-lit space of the proverbial, now bearing a name, a form and a face, eager to be tried and ready to be classified, to be or not to be he only has to decide… Tags: baptism, initiazen, titans, ust, doctormagnus, adsense, google