Fiction
"Humankind cannot bear very much reality" - TS Eliot
In the midst of uncertain times, seven souls search for meaning... In London, the Terror threat is heightened and regular attacks plague the city. Mirrored by this unrest, Esten faces a spiritual battle with a growing sense of futility, as he struggles to find any meaning in his actions. Around him similar dilemmas unfold, as against the worsening backdrop of violence in London, each character is brought to question their own purpose, and what drives them to action.
In the beginning, my name was not Adam. In the beginning, there was emptiness. Light and darkness were not separate. I was without form, a void, darkness. There was no time. Beings were formless souls, infinite and whole. Everything that was, had been, and was yet to come, existed in an instant, and did not exist at all. The universe was paradox, and in paradox all things were one. In the beginning, there were no beginnings and no endings.
When the house is finished, death follows.
Remember your epiphanies.