INK LAKE - The Grey Flat
By Anna Nave
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'What strange place was this? Far and wide, nothing. Nothing at all. Only grey mist in this peculiar dimension, which seemed to be completely empty otherwise. For days on end, you would not encounter the slightest thing, no human, no animal, not even land or sea, not even a grain of sand. And absolute silence prevailed here. It was eerie, as if you had got lost in a vacuum.'
Anna Nave
Anna Nave kommt aus Regensburg, hat Erziehungswissenschaft, Bildende Kunst und Gender Studies/Intersektionalität studiert. Nach 4 Gedichtbänden und 2 Ausstellungskatalogen mit bildenden Kunstwerken, ist nun recht kurzfristig die Fantasy-Geschichte "Tintensee" aus ihr herausgesprudelt - allerdings nur der erste Teil. Eine Fortsetzung wird es voraussichtlich geben, diese wird aber über mehrere Jahre hinweg geschrieben werden. Neben dem Schreiben ist Anna Nave auch als bildende Künstler*in und Tätowierer*in tätig.
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INK LAKE - The Grey Flat - Anna Nave
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INK LAKE
She was holding the round, copper coloured vessel tightly in her small hands. She was barefoot, walking slowly, cautiously. Do not spill it. Just don’t. As if in slow motion, she lifted her foot and moved it slightly forwards in the darkness. With the ball of her foot, she hit something cold, small, and sharp. She looked down. The floor was dusty, and in the gloomy, sparse light, it was difficult to see: There were dozens of shiny metal pieces lying around. Scattered everywhere, one really had to be careful not to step on them. She was, however, used to them. They were gears, and they had always been there. They belonged to this world. This narrow, sinister, dusty flat. Another thing that belonged here were the vines. Well, they actually weren’t real vines, but she didn’t know what else to call them. They seemed like black bramble climbing up the walls. At a closer look, though, it became apparent that they were not solid or tangible. Uncertain if it was liquid or gas, maybe some sort of smoke? Impenetrable, shadowy, thick, jagged tendrils, winding up all vertical surfaces, accumulating in the corners like spider webs and obscuring the dirty windows, which let very little light pass through to begin with – the outside world seemed to linger in constant twilight. Everything in here was cloaked in this tangle of black lines, which continually emitted a quiet, ominous whisper. Most often, she could not understand any of the jumbled words hissed from all corners. Sometimes, however, sometimes it got loud. Whenever that happened, she was forced to hold completely still and cling to her vessel even more tightly, so it would not overflow. And the whispering would grow into a storm of cries, of incessant jabbering, of blared words, buzzing around her head and thundering in her ears, telling her she wasn’t welcome here. Telling her she was destroying everything in here. Telling her she was supposed to leave. But she couldn‘t have left. She did not know how. The world inside these walls was everything she knew. And even if she had been able to, she wasn’t allowed to go. She had to stay. She had to help here. And anyway, if doors were closed in here, they usually remained so. She herself had never managed to open a door.
But today – today, the door leading into the living room was open. The door from where, as it appeared, the smoke tendrils grew. The door she always stared at, day by day, hoping. Pleading. Still it had always remained sealed. But now it was in fact standing open, if only a crack.
She pushed the small, silver wheel aside with the tip of her toe and set down her foot warily on the grimy floor. One step done. One step, without spilling any of the black, ink-like fluid with which the cup in her hands was filled up to the rim. So slowly that nary a movement was visible, she dared taking another step towards the door linking the hallway to the living room. Quietly, she crept closer, always eager to keep the vessel still. Inside, the television was blasting loudly. Voices, music, laughter. Bluish light fell through the open crack of the door and cast a glimmering stripe on the floor, making the gears twinkle. Soundlessly, she slid closer to the gap. Being only inches away from the door, she paused. Her heart was beating so loudly, she was sure the black liquid in her vessel would be disturbed. The surface was trembling slightly. What would happen if she shed even one drop of it – she couldn’t bare to imagine. She had to be really, really careful. Tensely, she peered through the gap. From here, only the television could be made out, the single source of light in the otherwise dark room, overgrown with smoke tendrils. Squinting, she glanced over to the screen, but all she could see were blurry shapes moving and flickering, and even though she listened intensely, she did not understand any of the words echoing from the speakers. She held her breath and tapped the door gently with