Each shuffling step sends ripples of change through my muscles and bones, and the world is blurred like I’m looking through a greasy window. The pain is increasing too. Great waves of shock as each of my nerve endings burst and then reform dendrites in preparation for new limbs or organs. Fearful city-goers, who were bustling about their daily chores, make a wide path for me as if my condition must be a contagious disease. Some stare in horror, others cry out in terror, but none of them help me as I scream from both of my mouths. My shuffling turns into a stumbling, faltering gait as I weave through the streets. The new appendages branching from my legs have adapted to sprout new ball-and-socket joints that my muscles instinctively know how to use, and somehow I gather speed. I almost tumble now into a wide orchard of date-palm trees, scuttling like a human-crab hybrid to find a secluded spot where I can finish this latest metamorphosis away from accusing eyes.
What do You think about The Soul Continuum (2015)?
